Dewdrops revert
myriad rainbows,
from the brow
of the desert rose...
and gaze bursts
into infinite thoughts.
Words take wings,
like a zephyr
from my mind,
to gently touch another.
A heart drenched
in stirred colours,
pens many a sonnet.
Drowned in poesy
I listen to the rain…
~ Writing poetry in a quiet moment is meditative... But to present your creations to an enthusiastic audience is far more thrilling! I am enjoying this poetic immersion. Thanks Rooftop Rhythms.
myriad rainbows,
from the brow
of the desert rose...
and gaze bursts
into infinite thoughts.
Words take wings,
like a zephyr
from my mind,
to gently touch another.
A heart drenched
in stirred colours,
pens many a sonnet.
Drowned in poesy
I listen to the rain…
~ Writing poetry in a quiet moment is meditative... But to present your creations to an enthusiastic audience is far more thrilling! I am enjoying this poetic immersion. Thanks Rooftop Rhythms.
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