keeping trust

in my hands
i carry trust

it doesn’t have 
a shape
smell
or taste

i just…
made it now
from my faith
yes, just like that
a peaceful trust

deep down
in the soil of my heart 
like a flower seeds
it suddenly become
alive

and
my face
embraced by warm beams of sun

in my hands
i carry trust

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6 Responses to keeping trust

  1. That must be a lovely feeling, Poojy.

  2. Lukasz says:

    beautiful poem, Poojy

  3. Sheer beauty of your heart!

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