Wisemen

by dollwithafrown   Nov 10, 2011


Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like
no man had ever witnessed such power
before.

Petals lay twisted in his aged palm,
like seeds of an ancient flower
that could never reach
bloom.

His son, a man of many ages now,
stood by his side with the kind of grace
that even angels find hard to flourish;
- they are the masters of their soul
- together, they realise that life is but one story,

an idea they failed to attain
alone.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Peace and Blessings

  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Baby Doll, this is an excellent reading.

    Astute and aware, he stood.
    glaring at the morning sun;
    no man had ever witnessed
    such power before.

    Petals lay twisted in his aged palm,
    seeds of an ancient flower
    that could never reach bloom.

    Son, a man of many ages now,
    stood by his side, with a kind of grace
    even angels find hard to flourish;

    -Masters of their Soul
    -Together realising,

    Life is but one Story.
    The idea they failed to attain
    alone!

  • 13 years ago

    by Saerelune

    Congrats Alba, a very well-deserved win!

    Now keep writing and sharing the magic. =p

  • 13 years ago

    by The Queen

    Congrats, Alba!

    Way to go and keep making us proud!

    *hugs*

  • 13 years ago

    by Karla

    Perfect piece.Loved it.

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