So often heart’s restless as southern wind,
won’t you offer solace, soothe with whisper
World’s a scene of blood, wine and bedlam
come savor oh thoughts that remind of love.
Though night’s emblem of darkness of soul,
there are times when my mind rejects dolor;
figure everything moral leads one to You.
Photo credits: Jolygram
Inspired by writings of Dante Alighieri, Flash 55 Plus
poem (chosen from works) -There is a gentle thought-
Posted for Play it again @ Real Toads
and on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United