Tuesday, 11 August 2015



The beggar mother croons

A moon-song to her child

Its happy lips become that crescent

The sparrow finds a shade

Under a fig leaf

While Mother Nature lovingly sings

Her rain-song

The eternal Romeo and Juliet

Whisper love-song

Drenched in moonbeams

Martyrs caught in the web of hatred

Could only breathe love

Love is Beauty, Beauty Love

We need to breathe it

To survive


Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty