Silently it comes, it asks no permission
It softens the world, shows no contrition.
When sunrise comes it gathers its shawl
Then steals away to await the next call.
It softens the world, shows no contrition.
When sunrise comes it gathers its shawl
Then steals away to await the next call.
3 comments:
stealing quietly
silently filling in space-
early morning mist.
Being a lover of poetry, I have to say Daniel, that I find your poems quite delightful and captivating.
So beautiful in their simplicity, and.. evoking such vivid imagery.
Soul stirring stuff, in my opinion.
Have you thought of publishing an anthology?
Betmo, thanks.
Kathy, I appreciate your kind comment. I have to say I'm enjoying the verse writing. It's something I've never done before.
Cheers.
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