the sea will not fail i tell you, the moon drowns and never changes so let your joy rise up and take you become cavernous become liquid in the sunset sing songs of pale harvest songs of rust and water of a laughter finer than silk live free; stretch yourself long past the dawn says a poet beneath a feather tree of wild moss and lilies saying prayers for the rest of us
I’m running out of ways to say how much I like your poetry. So good!
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Thank you!
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This is great. You have created that atmosphere inside and out. Your writing shines and glows with real feelings, and experiences. I love how you indulge so many senses with your words by offering a variety of sights, sounds, smells and tastes … just wonderful. Made my boring Saturday night 🙂
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Thank you for saying so. I’m glad you enjoyed it, friend.🙂
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Sometimes, we just, don’t realize, how easy we can, feel happy about life because we get, trapped, by focusing on what we don’t have, instead of, just, learning to appreciate the wonders, all around us.
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I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for commenting.
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