Poem -
Seasons
Whispering loud
In
Nothing but
The
Earliest soft
Rains
Still
Pouncing urgently
Rightly
In the
Grass
Suddenly
Under the
Mouthy
Mountain ground
Everything
Ran quickly
And
Until everything but
The
Umber silently lovingly
Moans
Nothing lasts forever.
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Comments
interseting poem linda
Hi Amaya,
A lovely poem from a very seasoned poet. I look forward to reading many more of your works. If you want some help with illustrating them, please feel free to write. Welcome to Cosmo.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Thank you very much for you kind comments Larry ? x
This is so beautiful. It really connected with me. I look forward to reading more.
Thank you Phil I'm glad you liked it. ?