TRISTES TROPIQUES

 

Leaning palms
of southern seas
basking in the sun
combed by ocean breeze
rooted in a sandy beach
guarded by boulders
battered by persistent waves

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They are nothing like
tropical Sadness or Joy
their Secret Life is not revealed
to passerby like us
but their Beauty is obvious
as is their sturdy endurance
in the merciless Realm of Time

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is there a God
to save this moment
of daily Wonder?
or it’s just me
longing for burst of Love
everlasting and reaching
from here to Eternity?

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