Resilience (my poem)
Carob trees amid fields of gold
How many hanged themselves here?
Strong winds blow from the South
Is it the shore fugitives never reached?
The beating Sun deepens the cracks
Some will break, I know, yet I proceed
Carob trees amid fields of gold
How many hanged themselves here?
Strong winds blow from the South
Is it the shore fugitives never reached?
The beating Sun deepens the cracks
Some will break, I know, yet I proceed