Winds
in a million souls,
in a million breaths,
when the east howls,
and the west breaks,
a flower rises ,
a beautiful flower ,
you may feel entices,
but its not just a flower
for within,
is a greatness you wont believe,
a beauty far much awesome within,
with a heart so good it revives,
that which i felt was dead inside of me,
so with the howling i stop;
in a million souls i see,
one soul that i hope,
will remain a golden soul
for eternity..
that flower is you.
cherrieh
Copyright © Benson Langat | Year Posted 2016
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