Must We Part?
Sunset lingered behind the clouds;
Raindrops; warm like a touch of hope.
Chants of birds filled my heart with bliss.
Spellbound, by the green-scented wind.
In the quiet park of dreams;
Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.
How many poems were written here –
Who walked these paths –
Surpassing their every need;
Passions bound to never part.
© Maria Fokas/Photography Dublin/All Rights Reserved
