The Oak Of My Soul Poem by Shaun McGurgan
The Oak Of My Soul
I still feel wet from the rain
That swept away my dreams
No amount of Balinese sunshine
Can dry the dampness on my soul
I still feel wet from the rain
That germinated my dreams
No amount of Balinese sunshine
Can scorch the shoot
Which will become the oak of my soul
Saturday, January 26, 2013
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