the morning is a postcard from my window
the sky is criss-crossed and the
shadow of a bird lies silver
a face i know, if the day goes longer
it’s because of you
God bends rainbows in those eyes
behind us, nothing arrives and
nothing sails
even the moon is someone else's
you and i, we make the kinds of mistakes
only fools with intellects can make
at twilight, at the breast of a tumbling shore
our shadows rise and fall
all while the spirit of the bird lies silver
we weep for the flower and we dance
alongside the vine
and we empty ourselves of the hourless
search for miracles in wide white wilderness
all while the bird lies silver
like a fugitive from sunlight
in the crests, in the swells
in safe suckled harbor
lie silver, lie silver
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Aces!
xo
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Thanks, Nick!
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L, this is so gorgeous and deep!
A warm smile for you.
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Thank you so much, J. 🙂
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“Gorgeous” is the first word that came to my mind too. 😁
Love this poem! 💕
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Thank you very much, Michele! I’m happy you enjoyed it. 😊💜
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Yes, very much. I printed it out. 😀
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Wow, well, that makes me feel good! ☺️Thanks again and happy holidays to you!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Excellent write!
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Thank you very much!
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Most welcome.
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“We make the kinds of mistakes only fools with intellects can make…” Such a splendid flow of words and deep thinking. Good job!
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Thank you very much! I’m happy you think so.
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Love this…”God bends rainbows in those eyes”…perfect. And “we make the kinds of mistakes
only fools with intellects can make”…beautifully penned
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Thank you very much! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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It is ‘pure magic’ when a writer is able to achieve the feeling of expression as if written for anyone who happens by, to read. Beautifully written and delivered, on the first day of Winter. 🌷
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Thank you so much, Myth!
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Beautiful and unexpected lines; they seem wrought of delicate silver themselves.
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Thank you so much.
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