Jan 31
A lament for they, who cannot see
The glory in a windblown tree,
Who cannot feel enticement's pull
When confronted by a bull,
Who will not, in the space of time,
Relent to that, which is sublime,
Simplistic, in it's golden hue,
Sunlight blazed twixt me and you.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
The glory in a windblown tree,
Who cannot feel enticement's pull
When confronted by a bull,
Who will not, in the space of time,
Relent to that, which is sublime,
Simplistic, in it's golden hue,
Sunlight blazed twixt me and you.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Embracing the nuanced magic of Clouydaze in his dancing verse:
Ëmbracing the Sky
Ëmbracing the Sky
(79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)
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