Resin

















Signs don’t lie
just as the rings
that describe the hardwood
of my soul

I’m reading them within
while the resin
escapes from my heart

slowly

finds

his

way

outside

some day, I know,
I will be stronger
then the twig that
bows in the wind.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

09/11/2014

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