Saturday, March 9, 2013

THE RIVER


The river inside me
Polluted and exploited
Oh my God , it is drying now
Without the rain of love.
But I never let the river
Be a drained  .
Hopefully I look always
At the sky for a rain cloud .

5 comments:

  1. Heart is opened by such loving rain clouds...we can only wait for their drenching to come. Patience is learning to trust that creation cares's to survive! Lovely write dear Jaya!

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    1. Thank you .I think jen sis posted it twice

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