by: alexis karpouzos
Don’t tell me the stars
stopped to dream.
Don’t tell me the birds don’t fly.
Don’t tell me the kids
stopped crying.
Don’t tell me the lovers are lost.
Observes occur around you.
Listen blessings dropping
their blossoms arround you.
Don’t tell me!
This is a poem of great hope. Thanks for the good vibes you send out to the world.
Shirley! I’m sorry for the delay. Thank you again for the lovely words.
Your words touch me and inspire me. The best blessings for you and to the whole community.
Thank you.♥️