what does your heart carry?
not the sadness of others
nor their sweet words
closed to even joy
willingly overflowed
and spilt
I pray you are
your own spring
and that you are never
empty
To a Misanthrope
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RED GLADIOLA 
“your own spring” , three of the most beautiful words. Thanks T 🙂
Thanks! =)
You’re welcome 🙂
Exquisite! My prayer is that you will never be empty of words such as these. ❤
Ron
That’s very sweet! Thanks. ❤
There is a lot of spirituality and feeling, a wonderful poem!
Thank you! =)
I fight misanthropy. I understand that it’s fear of feeling which leads me to certain thoughts. But I never hate humanity. Mostly thanks to people like you, unbiased in your love. I hope you have been well.
Thank you! I hope you are well also. I think we are all misanthropic sometimes and that’s natural, but its not healthy to stay that way all the time. =)
I love this poignant piece., i too have written a piece called “misanthrope” awhile back ., ty for your talent
Thanks! And what a coincidence. =)
Yw and yes I agree!
When some are empty, may they take moments to refresh…
Very sweet poem, thank-you.
Tara
Conveys such warmth. Thanks
=)
It’s Your Duty
The ten days
of spring, over now,
bring dust-rain volley, bow-tie
dances under sad
streets. This slow
city offers chance
encounters. Relationships
in tearless land mean
getting used
to work-hard love,
the kind that
pays off in respect.
Still, countless occupations
Influence beating
Hearts so shut,
Into lead boxes
that us spoiled visitors can’t
find what we know to
be human.
some make the leap, some
Force love on
historical foundations,
meaning they
must connect with those
who know the entire
reasons why
“hard work, no play love” adds up
to good life.
Vanquish excitement,
find love in floor scrub.