Must We Part? by Maria Fokas
Sunset lingered behind the clouds;
Rain drops; warm like the 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/June 11th 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved