The soul
Not in harmony
With the surroundings.
The heart seeking
So much love
But not getting it.
The being that's me
Loves beyond reason
Yet the world mostly
Gives dejection.
Even my beloved one
Doubts and suspects
My true intention.
Like a lone tree
In a parched desert am I.
This is another beautiful poem...
Once one learns not to trust, it
is hard to trust again...this
causes a lone tree..