Zarbakhta Khan Poet Abecedarian

Spring

Sweet summer child,
You know not of the cold
That hits you hard.
It aches your soul
and wounds your heart.
Scars are left behind
To haunt you for
Days. Years and centuries.

But Spring; 
Comes forth.
Heals the open wounds,
Washes the worries 
In the drizzling rain of
the pleasant season.
With the Pleasant breeze
That sweeps away;
the broken dreams.
The soothing sunshine
gives hope.
Birds sing melodies 
Of your strength and courage.
So wait for spring,
Which is a journey of;
Friendship and love,
Hope and faith.
Awakens your soul,
So the heart will carry
No pain.

Wait summer child,
For the blooming flowers,
That will spread colors
In the dark Days.

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Beata Agustin December 8, 2024 at 11:14 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Teidra Whiteside July 10, 2017 at 11:02 AM Love this, it's meaning is truly beautiful. Very creative