A New Love
With broken wings and heart, she had to stumble to survive.
Many were the sympathetic and kind faces that saw her cry.
It was months before she could speak of her pain without breaking down in tears.
The sleepless nights and tearful days were one too many.
Even worse were the dreams of him that came every night and seemed to have no end.
The worry of how to get by and provide for her young ones was too much.
Thank God for the many generous hearts that stretched out their helping hands.
The questions that tormented her and the pain that wore her down gradually faded.
Then one day, in the midst of that deep wound, suddenly a new love sprung.
She discovered herself.
“Allende el mar, la fértil tierra”
Firefly’s flying.
Comment by aixa — March 26, 2007 @ 1:23 am
esto es liindo. vos escrivis cosas bonitas
Comment by alas — March 27, 2007 @ 4:31 pm