Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
Beyond the dawns and dusks,
in the warm glow of glass,
incandescently lit tungsten,
an ode to hope.
Ruby, this is a delightful poem, and thank you so much for joining in, my friend. 💗
Thank you so much Eugenia. The pleasure is all mine
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
Ruby, this is a delightful poem, and thank you so much for joining in, my friend. 💗
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Eugenia. The pleasure is all mine
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