Oil drains from tanker
Roads, empty like a desert
And a tree bows to die
I hope I got it well :?
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Oil drains from tanker
Roads, empty like a desert
And a tree bows to die
I hope I got it well :?
Burn and rage away
Embers of withholding hate
Within finally freed
Within finally freed
My soul is lighter than air
My wings meet the sky
My wings meet the sky
Heaven is beyond my feet
As I look downwards
As I look downwards
I pity those who don't feel
Such freedom-- such love
Such freedom -- such love
Such blazing eyes of cool blue
Peer into the depths
Peer into the depths
Seas pregnant with aqua life
Ribbons of blue light
Peer into the depths
Futures that the waters hold
Scry the face of love
...nevermind....Janine beat me... Hi Janine! Hi Robin!
Hi Misscaroline, how are you tonight? Is "scry" a word - can't find it in my dictionary. What does it mean? Anyway, I see I bet you, but can you tell me anyway? For the record. A short while back I wrote a haiku and don't see where I got the first line from unless someone changed theirs since I wrote it, seems no one even noticed it. I would write another H for your's but don't know what scry means. J
I will write next haiku....
Ribbons of blue light
Amaze my eyes of gray blue
Thoughtful soul is still
Thoughtful soul is still
Kept hidden within one's heart.
Must air out the room.
Nice Haiku V!
Must air out the room
Strip ghost sheets from furniture
Open hearts this year
I like yours too. ;)
Open hearts this year
for our Christmas donations
Time for giving help.
Time for giving help
Season when goodness is shared
And kindness is spread.
and kindness is spread
without bias, covering
our souls' open wounds
Scry: to see or predict the future by means of a crystal ball
I really need to get an Unabridged.
Our souls' open wounds
Make their marks upon our brows
Our worries and fears