Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Be patient with me


I listen, I see New words, new things. Absorbing sponge End result of your time. The ancient, once prayed: “Be patient with me” And so, I ask today It is nurture I need. Being sawn, many seeds In both, heart and intellect These memories and knowledge Will flourish one day. Right now, random stories Meaningless to some But I’m slowly building My body of work.

© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014

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