A feathery frame supporting
Little pieces of sky
Blue wonders, offering heady fragrance
And fairy visions.
***
A breeze carries soft petal chimes
That cause the soul to resonate.
Thus
A question springs to mind.
With such wonders
Why do we sense
Futility and darkness?
Our little lives
Could open like blossoms
Carrying blue balm
To narrow minds.
***
Let us find courage
To live and to love.
In our slight hearts
Rapture can flourish.
We may find lost visions
In an old-fashioned garden
*****
© HMH, 2019
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