A Source More Powerful Than Any Hope
Everybody has one time or another has known
a source more powerful than
any hope less revealing and having no faith
doubts began to deny its worth.
Abandoned and forgotten by all true friends,
I questioned their loyalty spoken through words,
but deeply saddened by their long absence:
lovely days had no sun and quite nights no stars.
On an April calm evening the gentle wind was blowing through the bristling leaves,
I kindly asked if it would take my warm and flowing tears
and turn them into raindrops to defrost the cold breeze
and make them fall onto a dried-out garden without sounds, flowers and melodies.
Where no rain ever fell, a beautiful garden grew at the end of spring,
lovebirds frequented it ever since: a delight for children and mothers;
I visit it often remembering the infinite kindness of the March wind...
at night lovers gather under it for hours to make wishes on stars.
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