A Crying Soul

 

A Crying Soul

Not a poet at all…

just putting in words

the bewailing of my soul

No fascinating verses or prose

just echoes of every teardrops 

mists of life’s blows…

I am no poet at all

Just a wretched heart

ravaged and consumed 

crying in unending rain

walking through my storms …

©️Manuelle Augustine, 2015

The Time

 

The time for everything…

It is often said…

Time to love and time to care …

Time for sweet hello’s 

and time to fade away…

No one really forever stays…

Time to laugh 

and share dreams …

Time to speak 

and time for silence…

Time to wonder

where now are my friends…

In the time where we’re standing 

We look around, but there’s nothing 

Traces of the past 

In our hearts we hold dear 

We can only move on

Knowing there’s a time for everything…

🌻Himawari No Yakusoku

2023©️