harbors some star qualities:
silent grace, prince of witness,
discourages the thieves stealing
the gold nuggets,
life line of the strivers.
Shaken in indignation, tries to
find a merit in the caged ability;
if you cannot change it, love it.
What happened to the weeping
young man in downpour?
At the end of season, doubts
unanswered, quests half-fulfiled,
with the seeds of possibility,
©Byung A. Fallgren
2 thoughts on “Even the scarecrow…”
Yes we are all dreaming on….waiting for that seed of possibility. Lovely poem
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