The soul

Not in harmony

With the surroundings.

The heart seeking

So much love

But not getting it.

The being that's me

Loves beyond reason

Yet the world mostly

Gives dejection.

Even my beloved one

Doubts and suspects

My true intention.

Like a lone tree

In a parched desert am I.

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Posted on March 24, 2010.

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heatherburns35's picture

This is another beautiful poem...
Once one learns not to trust, it
is hard to trust again...this
causes a lone tree..