Lone Sentinel

Lone Sentinel
In this arid place
Pondering our history

Lone sentinel
Take your rightful place
In heart of mystery

This tree of life
Grows in dusty climes
Roots seek nourishment

Not forest lush
No such sacred climes
Give encouragement

We stand alone
As the years stretch by
All our hopes contained

We stand alone
As the secrets fly
Till there’s none remained

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to Lone Sentinel

  1. Skye says:

    Perfectly penned, as always!!! ❤ Sending love and hugs your way!!!

  2. Mike says:

    Shades of a Keatsian desert derelict. Nice work Helen.

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