My Lonely Goddess
sitting all alone
like a goddess
in a dreamy forest
& watching people
in motions
she had a big ocean
of lofty thots …
& she could conceive
of those sadness
that touched our world …
& her soft palms
like her gentle heart
held out some balms
to a universe in crisis
so rosy, it is rosy!
it is a ministry
in defence of kindness
it is a ministry
in salute to care & love
a rose flower, it is rosy!
imagine passing by her lonely field ...
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2010
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