The Med stretched, silver
Beneath woven whispers
Of pink and lavender.
Then Winter Sun appeared
And the waning moon sighed.
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The Med stretched, silver
Beneath woven whispers
Of pink and lavender.
Then Winter Sun appeared
And the waning moon sighed.
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beautiful, rays of hope and goodness I see
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Thank you. I love sunrises; each new day holds out hope in some way. I am glad you saw that.
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I guess all poetry is open to the interpretation of the reader. And first interpretations are the most honest.
So tada:
I had the feeling of transition. And everyday we go through transition. Some events cause much upheaval and some we don’t even notice. Whatever comes comes whether we meet it screaming and hollering or with a gentle sigh.
Bring it on! 🙂
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Very perceptive. Something is happening, I am not sure what, but it is.
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Looks like a beautiful morning and somebody doesn’t want it to end. This is really great, Em. Really like it a lot!
Paul
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Thank you Paul. Yes, it was beautiful and mild!No need for a coat today!
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Ce n’est que la lune qui soupire.
Exquis.
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Merci mon ami.
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And so do I …
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Smile. Thank you.
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