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Tell Me Where
The Trees Find Shelter?
By
Paula M. Patton-Ross
…and
he found her crouched in a corner
wetting
her knees with tears of pain.
She
said “You oughta feel this,
you
really oughta”
and
continued to cry
as
she tried to explain.
“Look
at me!
with
those eyes
and
that heart
you
don’t use to often,
I’ve
been a fountain of abundance
wherein
4 rivers and 2 streams
have
come from
Me!
Your
Ocean.”
He
tried to pull her to her feet
but
she couldn’t stand
“This
used to be a house” she declared
“But
my love for you
made
it a home.”
Her
teardrops streamed
falling
onto his hand
each
one had a dream
and
a life of its own.
“All
I know about me
is
that I got lost along the way
following
someone
Whose
feet made no din.
Since
then I’ve been feeling around
on
my knees in the dark
for
my identity.
It’s
lost inside you, isn’t it?
Oh
God! what a strange society
I’m
in.
Constantly
thirsting for love:
can
you tell me what you think it is?
Because
I’ve been waiting
to
escape the summer swelter;
braving
desert winds
and
sandstorms
which
threaten all I am.
Can
you
tell
me
where
the trees
find
shelter?
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