Simply poetry
A River
A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore
her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more
as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky
a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye
an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide
the sound...
Friday 17th September 2021 6:53 pm
Simply poetry
Scents of Time
The wind whispers through time blowing a gentle scent of fresh cut hay
launching me back to my youth and the fields i use to play
A moments glimpse of innocents when life was a true adventure
way before it turned to complacency and heavy indenture
Another soft caress floats by carrying the smell of lilacs blooming
Mental images of a teenage crush a pan...
Friday 17th September 2021 6:46 pm
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