On Parting

When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.
And see our lives through heaven’s eyes,
When on eternal wings I fly.
The soil is rich when flowers die,
And here I planted many seeds.
When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.


A Triolet
for NaPoWriMo day 8.

Advertisements

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s