Poem: Love Sprouts

Fog concealed the ghosts riding

through our damp fields, forging their

haunts in valleys still tingling

with frosty breath and grassy hair.

They ask questions I can’t answer

about men who start wars and women

who pick up the pieces and swear

history won’t repeat. Are we driven

to chisel our bricked hearts, our doubts

for children born with peace and love sprouts

We watch them play hand-in-hand,

in any language, on any sand.

6 thoughts on “Poem: Love Sprouts

  1. Pretty exquisite and wonderful! It would mean a lot to me if you can see my work and share your thoughts’. I have been reading your poetry a while and it’s impressive!! Super emotional truly.

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