Durlabh Singh Poet Verse

Restore Me.

Restore me
To myself
Divorce me
From perpetual death.

Bathe me
In fresh showers
Under the summer sun.

Take me
To lands
That speak of mystery
Where the tongues
Are given to leaves
And songs to birds
And little cicada sings
Enlivening the valley
With fresh sounds
Across the mountains.

Seize me
From clutches of 
Concrete
Give me suns
That will melt
The frozen seas
Within myself.

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Carrie Richards September 9, 2008 at 10:33 AM I often feel that same need. To be restored by nature, by the beauty of what has been provided to us.....away from the man-made chaos of modern living. Great poem!.....~Carrie