I love them weeds....
Something about their slender bodies
That sway with the wind
Their captivating touch as one walks past
That mends this soul at dawn and dusk
Perhaps God made them weeds
To remind our hearts
That indeed humility and gentleness
are an angel's tasks
It looks ordinary, it is extra-ordinary.
ReplyDeleteweeds are God's reminder for us to stay humble. :)
ReplyDeleteyou always come up with the most appopraite words... keep writing sis...
love the shot. it stood out from the dark background. the verses are amazing too.
ReplyDeleteI love how the weed stood out, beautifully illuminated. Lovely poem, Kulasa!
ReplyDeletewow, the lighting is subperb Zen, the weed amazing glows like that, and the words awesome, as always.
ReplyDeletethere is wisdom in your words. simple it may seems, but the depth of meaning is subliminally felt. indeed, these are pure words from an angel.
ReplyDeletegodspeed.
hames1977
I love some of the weed grass too! They are very special and rarely show off..
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