Almost every heart
we know
is wounded—
all the more reason
to learn the language the sun speaks
when it touches the meadow in spring,
and then speak
like that
to each other.
June 17, 2014 by Rosemerry
Almost every heart
we know
is wounded—
all the more reason
to learn the language the sun speaks
when it touches the meadow in spring,
and then speak
like that
to each other.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged communication, healing, heart, love, poem, poetry, sun | 1 Comment
That’s quite a pic of sunlight. And I do think too that light is a language. Nicely said.