Fathers And Sons (4) Poem by Elna Nel
Fathers And Sons (4)
there is a place where
sweet lemons grow
in green's yellow glow
dim in the distance there
and truth is hiding
deceptive in a lining
of hurt feelings
and truth is bowing
for colours' mystery
in human hands
there is a place where
the weight you're
carrying on chafed
shoulders will hear
authority's voice
open and clear
and without noise
it will dropp down
in sweet lemon's sands
where repentance flows
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