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Poetry competition: Wishful Thinking

September 20, 2015



Life is such a mystery

In frustration one tries to find the key

to unlock the mystery

I throw a stone at the fruit tree

It throws back fruit to me.

I axe the trunk of the great Sandalwood

A fragrance sweet is wafted backlove is the key

I did it harm not good.

I tread on the Camomile

It doesn’t complain or talk

Crushed and bruised it too

gives soothing perfume

To calm my stressful walk.

What lesson do I learn from this?

That life is not all bliss but love and love alone

Will cover a multitude of wrongful deeds

Ah! surely that must be the key.


©  Nancy Bryne (2015)



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