
Storm-tossed groper,
Lean on this eyes, and
I’ll lead you through this
Labyrinth
_
Desert flowers will bloom,
In the loving bosom of
Oceans and sunsets
When you bring
Your darkness into
The light you become
Luminous angel
_
So, come home
Come home and
Lean on this love
fervor, O’ loveless
vine, withered passions
–
The wine bottles are
Empty when you are
Self depriving
Of the nurture,
Of the love effulgence
Of the freedom to be free
Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thanks so much. Best regards 🙌
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