A Seed of Love
By Timothy Tsiamis (Australia)
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I reside with my family in Australia's finest city, Melbourne. Poetry is my emotional release and extremely rewarding, especially after seeing it in a publication. After discovering the gift of writing at a young age and developing my technique through practice and experience I know understand writing is the most wonderful form of art. Through encouragement and inspiration my poetry has sprung; and several pieces have been included in anthologies
"Observation is the paintbrush to poetry's paintings" Timothy Tsiamis 2003
Violent wind does shake the dear buds of day,
And summer's morn has fallen astray
Sometime heaven’s eye will blaze,
Along the stream of his fleeting gaze
Seldom is his golden cast dimmed,
And still the emerald-tree, that bears life’s lessons left untrimmed;
This eternal season shall not wither,
Nor will death’s seeking arms drag you in his shade,
And continues the growth of the green-emerald bark;
So long as my soul soars to the crest of the elder canopy
And scents the divine boughs that life extends
My heart will raise a pure stem,
Able to blossom into opulent love