Open Poetry #40 |
Moment |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. It comes Is And disappears Time goes on The heart grows cold Snow here falls On wooden eaves The sun in the sky Behind gray clouds And yet despite The reasoned years Still now and then A faint perfume Whose scent Mere logic However pure Could and can not Begin to understand Peach blossoms Beside a gravel road Birds Among flowers Bees in the field . |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very nice John. I enjoyed reading. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
lovely John RDB |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
much enjoyed |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you all. There’s no escaping Some seconds however few stay and color your life. Thanks again John . |
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