Turn By Turn
The Nightingale chirps it's tune
Perching high on the birch
Such melody that shatters the borne
Like waves hitting against the beach.
The seasons wait their turns
Emanating both the drizzle and the rays
Succumbing to nature's terms
And changing lives in many ways.
Over the horizon, some emerge
And through many roads, some wonder
And while our dreams may diverge,
The kindred spirit often does not saunter .
Patience, abounds in us
Succumb to it when it's time
Then eventually we shall be lifted off our cross
And with euphoria shall we cross the pine.
©Temajung Michael Tanjang
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