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Spring
Spring
The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales
counting every one
before the sinking sun
fly, fly little wings
like love that never fails.
Shadows begin to wake
to a chorus that is the night
crickets fiddle, slow
warblers whistle, low
shine, shine velvet moon
till last you fade from sight.
Hear the sea in song
where the swallows play and die
starlight in the haze
flicker fireflies, ablaze
stay, stay gentle dream
beneath the candles in the sky.
~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
:)
this took me back to the peace bridge in Derry :) beautifully written!
Much Love
Ashley
Like watching a feather fall
Like watching a feather fall from the sky.
.......
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Such a
"Shush" poem, very well written, and romantic!, that ending, my dear, had me swooning!
Your nimble hand know the most subtle of touches.
Love! <333
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
A Shussssssssh Poem Indeed
fyi - spring is coming early so I'm about to unleash some already up tulip shoots on ya! TTYL - slc
You can hear the night
feel the stars
sense the moon fading
to enable sight
with new eyes.
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~~A~~
06-30-13
7:54p
Quite lovely.
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