HandsA Poem by Mario Vitalelife in its fullest perspective
I looked at my hands
They whispered old No, I cried My flesh is firm My eyes are bright The years controlled They whispered old I looked at a tree Its shimmering leaves above A robin singing A song of love Tell me, tree, Between you and me How do you Your life renew I looked at the sky Its azure Endlessness Tell me, sky, Your secret of Timelessness I looked at the sun, The moon and a star That winked at me boldly from afar Tell me, please, let your wisdom descend Is there a beginning Without an end ? © 2017 Mario Vitale |
AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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