Flow Friday

Welcome to Flow Friday! Poetry lovers, kick back and enjoy the read!
 

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By Tamar Towfar

When the blazing sun hangs low in the Western sky

When the wind dies away on the mountain

When the song of the Meadowlark turn still

And the field Locust click no more in the field

And the Sea Foam sleeps like a maiden at rest

And Twilight touches the shape of the wondering Earth

I turn home

Through blue skies and purple Woods

I turn home

I turn to the place that I was born to the mother Who Bore Me

And the father who taught me long ago long ago long ago

Alone am I now

And lost

And alone

In this far wide wondering world

Yet still

When the blazing sun hangs low

When the wind dies away

And the Sea Foam sleeps

And Twilight touches the shape of the wondering Earth

I turn home

 

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Every Friday, I will showcase one or two other poet's work. If this is something that you are interested in participating in, please click on this link and fill out the form. Poems will be posted in no particular order so be sure to keep an eye out for yours!😉