The Meadows of My Mind


The dawn

like a shy bride
touched my cheeks
with one soft
golden finger
and dropped
a dewy kiss
time to face
the agony of being alive
in a world wrapped
in the tortured arms
of the Earth.

There are days

when I don’t feel the emptiness
of your departure
the salty tears
somber mornings
looking through your clothes
swear I hear
your laughter
just beyond the grave

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    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Thank you for the fine and sensitive work, Biola.

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    Bart says

    Wonderful expression of sentiments – thank you.

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    Biola Olatunde says

    wow! I am very very grateful for your comments Andrew and Barteman. Thank you so much for your comments.

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