Olive Branches

Olive, Branch, Leaves, Sky

Olive branch you extend,

And I reach out with my own.

 

But time keeps passing

And turns it into a dagger

That twists in the heart

 

As I open my hands to find nothing;

Perhaps it was all imagination.

 

Gentle breeze starts blowing,

And I dare to venture a smile.

 

The moment draws to a close

And turns it into a stormy gale

That tries to uproot all the faith

 

That I had built in my heart;

Perhaps it was all imagination.

 

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