Post by heartfelt7 on Aug 12, 2013 11:53:41 GMT -6
The River
I am not a poet, a writer, an artisan of words,
but a singer of sonnets that long to be heard,
that wait to be picked like flowers that grow
on the path to my Heart where the River flows.
A River of Life that flows through my veins,
a River of Truth no book can contain,
a River of Light no mind can sustain
is this River of Love that no one can name.
I am not a poet, a writer, an artisan of words,
but a singer of sonnets that long to be heard,
that wait to be picked like flowers that grow
on the path to my Heart where the River flows.
A River of Life that flows through my veins,
a River of Truth no book can contain,
a River of Light no mind can sustain
is this River of Love that no one can name.
