The glazing sunshine
Afternoon
Under that tree
Tree with dry leaves
Visible roots
Dry earth
Give me water
To drink
And sprinkle your love
On the bareness of my heart
The sky and some patches of white clouds
I stretch
Hold my hands
The hands dry like the branches of that tree
Hold my hands
For these hands
May grow some leaves
And fruits
Like the hope
I have
From the tree
My love
Do not despair
There is blood
Still running in my veins
life when watered by love bloom like a tree...and flowers blossom to bless... a nice analogy.. Abha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now THIS is a stunning poem - trees are very significant symbolically and I love the way you are using it here - 10! !