Sunday, December 30, 2018

poem of the day December 30


The old tree had 
fallen over the river
to become the only bridge 
able to connect here to there 
I crossed the divide of sides
carefully for all lost souls 
afraid of falling into the water
which rushed in non stop frenzy
Working so very hard to keep
separate ideas from joining
together in the common ground of love

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