Walk slowly through bowered lanes; who knows <br />How many years are left to us to gaze, <br />To feel, to decide? <br /> <br />Feel the rain on upturned head, the sun <br />Blazing onto winter bleached skin? <br />And then who knows if, when night comes <br />The sun will rise the next day? <br /> <br />Walk slowly through bowered paths. <br />Walk straight, with eyes that see <br />The skin on fingers ready to touch <br />The soul deserves that much. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walk-slowly-through-bowered-lanes/
