A Bouquet of Her Hair
Introduction to a blooming anthology.
My facade got hit by a sudden storm
thundering in the middle of winter cold
Trunks of trees dancing like it’s their last dance
The strongest winds blew all remnants of fear away
Is it my mindmill which propels the never resting clouds
as I turn the wheel of luck?
I turned out God’s grace again and this time I know
I need to cherish this huge prize of health, of life
I’m free like a flake of snow and also melting
I can feel power I did not know I have the engine for
as I let my hair down to present You
with a bouquet of what has grown for years….
…. in the garden of Her dreams
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This is a beginning of a journey on which I will collect poems, songs and stories, that recognize the Divine in the quotidien. Read and follow my publication ‘A Bouquet of Her Hair’ to witness this growing offering.
Clap & comment below to let me know if you would like to contribute to the publication. I look forward to reading your work and your suggestions.
Dominika Belanská, 10 June 2022
