From a burnt wood <br />From the slivers of time <br />From the gusty wind of waves <br />How from heart unto heart life could feel and see <br />Believe the hum of seasons <br />Touch the blossom of sun <br />Face the whip of tide; receive the mercy of Allah. <br /> <br />In poems, my hands are filled <br />With abounding grace, those <br />In time, be denied <br />Sweetness of flesh <br />Grip never releasing <br />Until blooms of stars refresh <br />Seeds for harvest. <br /> <br />A poem is from God’s sup, <br />Dropped down our tongues, <br />That sweet taste of bliss!<br /><br />rosalinda flores martinez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-refresh-seeds-for-harvest/
