Rising hope

Other Poems, Poetry 1 Minute

Am I seeing well, feeling in the bones,
Cold is slowly retreating, growing too old?
I sense something warmer,
And then looking up and see,
Sun’s smiling down closer,
To the world and to me!

I answer its call and staying on the spot, I’m
Smiling back and grateful from toe to the top.
It’s not spring yet, conveyor of new life, but
Even if just one day, let’s love what we got!

 

Published by Robert Varga

Animal and literature, music lover, family guy...what else...oh, yes, coffee addict as hell! Someone who has the dream of becoming a writer. You could call it a goal. I’m earning my living, just like my dear wife, as a freelance DOer, since May 2017. That was the point in my life when I decided, I take all the control back and started to build my little and ever since constantly growing online businesses.

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