An excerpt from my latest poem, “Songs of Belonging”
Tell me, dearest, whom my soul loves,
Where are you around noon?
Our rest place is green … filled with flowers.
Expect a great harvest,
truly the rain and the light are sweet, and
pleasant for the eyes to behold.
O sun!
If we live many years and are glad …
remember there is darkness too…
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