A blue hill rises from the mist
A clear sight from ocean’s shore
In between lay valley deep
Of grief, and snares and toil
Beyond its horizon
Spread a world of clear blue skies
Its vision attracts ever so brightly
Than valleys dept of woes
Though through its
Turns of thorns
The path to its shores
And curves of cruel pain
Litter its slopes
Its lure, a stronger attraction
Hastening weaken steps
To its glistering rays of light
That shines beyond the oceans horizon!
© Deboo March 2008
3 comments:
heaven is a world without end!
Thanks Boo!
beautiful
how do you do it?
I love "though through it's turns of thorns!
Wow. Well done.
Me.
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