Elena's Humming Soul

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sunset

Where hath the sun rested
If not at the heart of the ocean
Or at the midst of the freshly herbed earth....
With wind-chilled trees,

Hath it gone astray
Time could have known....
When it's shimmering, golden rays
Paint a stroke of beauty...

The golden brush, that marks
An everyday living,
When feelings are but a residue
Of its passing

Over a long, long trail
Or Hath it lays perfectly still,
Listening to every creature,

The breath of tomorrow,
Welcoming both smiles and tears.


by: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon ©2018

Date Written: August 12, 2017

Date Presented: January 14, 2018