I can feel you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea, when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream. I can hear you, when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by, when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye. Strolling with my veiled steps, Into the twilight’s bright path, Echoed within thousands lively voices, I now a vigorous stranger to that rusty dearth, for every time I close my eyes, I am caressed by the quietude of earth's blossoming mists. Although scented sky blinks often at those who wishes, Yet mystery of the hearts remaining tentatively lingers, and it’s to those sweet violets, Silently I once asked, Dear, Do you still have our dreams?
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Thank you… Your words sing beautifully!
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You are very kind. Glad you like them😃
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Dreams as lovely as the heart from which they ascend, your beautiful currents flow with ink through a pen. Like you, dear Annabel, your poetry is precious. Thank you for sharing your creative spirit, my friend. 💗
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Thank you for visiting, Phil!🌻 I am delighted to read your encouraging words to start the morning🌇😃. You are as kind and generous as ever…. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend to me!
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The pleasure is mine ~ thank you, Annabel 🙏😊
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