The Searcher

Posted: January 17, 2015 in peace, poetry
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In my time of the search for peace
no bitten lip have I
I care not how I’m looked upon
against a fading sky

As the stronger breezes blow
I sway a clinging leaf
No jetted jaw tightens my grasp
no words to give relief

For those that say they care for me
please hold your caring tongue
Do not despair your loving souls
my search has just begun

As I climb please remember this
I toil not just for me
For on the day my quest is found
you too our peace will be


  1. What a beautiful poem! Very vivid images and emotions! Never give up the search, Searcher! πŸ™‚
    HUGS!!! and Happy Whee-kend!!! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ~ Sadie ~ says:

    Wow – DSS, I really like this!! Beautiful flow & honesty & emotion!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Thanks Sadie!! So glad you liked it. πŸ™‚


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