tired of surviving
while so many are thriving
just give us a chance to flourish
diffused illumination
like a jack of all trades
dropping water buckets in spades
habitual creation
oh but how I loathe routine
like a radio dial stuck on one station
rise and flourish
at first one must nourish
moments of beauty are now arriving
coming in spades
through clever interpretation
pilgrims will climb to a higher elevation
embrace a routine
with something of love
such as a warm morning cup of caffeine
fallen star arriving
behind verona’s wheel driving
as the blacktop blurs left in the rear-view
increased elevation
brings unique crystallized rain
flurrying the heart of the queen of spain
eternity in love
so eloquently now spoken
in the silent soaring wings of the dove
About the Creator
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