Suffering cannot last forever
Green and living sorrows
Will be as the wind-blown leaves.
Wind-blown sorrows,
Wind-blown dreams –
Your tomorrows
Will see them as fallen brown and autumn leaves.
By the time the leaves turn brown,
They’ll be withered on the ground.
Suffering cannot
May not,
Will not
Last forever.
(c) Marisa Porter 2005-2012
Marisa Porter 