Poem -
The living old
One minute
Beauty
In a split
Second born
Opening to light
Who can deny
The great earth
Who has not smelt the
Flower in the garden of life
Here in the valley
Amidst the mist
Where the horses roam
The air fresh
The mountains strong
The rivers cold
The life and death
The living old
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Cool flowing poem with natural imagery to detail life and how quick it goes. We only seem to slow down to analyze and reflect when were older. Love your style brother.
True Devon; we stop when older and
slower, we are creatures of habit.
Thank you. Jai :)
Hi Jai,
Very nice write. Spellbinding. I can smell the beautiful sweet mountain air, and hear the wild horses running.
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Thank you Larry; nature knows best;
We intrude I think.
Kind regards Jai :)