Diamonds
Some days are diamonds
sparkling for the first time,
mined from the heart.
Long rest after river's run
the route I take doesn't matter.
Carried to the faithful
like raindrops in a puddle,
carry me when I'm tired.
Come on, come on.
The journey of disasters
is not in the cards
~ Composed by Pacifica Poets
March 9, 2008
