The clapping leaves
As the wind blew by
Carrying with it
Some tender thoughts
The one that warms the
heart
Do I let it slip by
Blown to the shore
Gone by the sea
I fear I lost it
Sorry for the absence
of expression
Of the rising ivy
In the garden of
thoughts
Nor of the blooming
lotus
In the pool of emotions
If only this added
To the corpora of
expressions
Of some gentle emotions
With a little whisper
of prayer
That your day may be
beautiful
I write this out
With love,
Joyce
