The Promise That Love Always Triumphs In The End
it has been a quite a time
sorrow was here
it has departed
i am glad
it did not leave
casualties here
in the road there is
a woman bathing
with sunshine
walking towards the park
on an early morning wind
meeting a friend
(could be a lover
the way he kissed her on
the lips
and held her hands
like a fragile
glass figurine
of a princess)
then the rain has put
a gentle shower
the rainbow shows
unexpectedly above
the poplar trees
poised in the beauty of
such a promise
that love always triumphs
whatever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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