Swept Poem by Billy Rodriguez
Swept
Falling slowly hoping to be caught
Recalling the last time that I had been dropped
large open sky a clear blue day
Then tossed to the side set drifting away
Like a leaf or feather as it tumbles to the ground
Isolated and alone not looking to be found
But the thing about leaves is that they can be picked up again
All you need is some wind, a person, a friend
Wonderful thoughts, inspiring, simple yet profound. Love this one! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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4/23/2024 4:16:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed downfall of one is not the end of ones life. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.