A Warm aura shapes my soul- It
is faith, yet metaphoric tempests,
the timeless challenge which is “Life”
carries me like a child, or less, a feather
Violent the waves of calamity and tragedy,
Then peace like a river.
Dispersed are my woes for a moment,
Good times- and just when I am home
she topples me again,
At ease and seized all at the same time
So what shall it be today, a smile 🙂 or a frown 😦 …?
Festival King 