Each year the glow of autumnal melancholy
birds flying back on an ocean desert,
rushing jubilant
to reach a land they know by their deep memory,
great hanging gardens where flowers are blooming,
bright-colored rows of mangoes , tasty delicious,
trees intertwined with branches temples,
fresh tracks ...
all to show their vague dreams.
Author notes
~s p i r i t u a l a n g e l~
Prompt: Word: Providence
A contest entry
- click; picture and word prompts. by dieu..
600 points, ended July 8, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
-
Each year the glow of autumnal melancholy
birds flying back on an ocean desert,
rushing jubilant <- love thoose opening lines
and the ending is stunning
good luck in the contest



