Open Poetry #50 |
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The Finest Measure |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
The Finest Measure In these mystic-immortal hours just beyond a crimson sunset, the evening breeze through parting clouds and dancing trees conjures old Celtic tunes and memories of life, and love, and loss to the lonely mind and heart along this long-forgotten path to nowhere. In this traceless forest world of perfect moon and gentle starlight, our lives are not compelled by calendars and clocks nor paper dollars by the millions laid end to end, for they have no purpose here ... where infinite, mystic time and endless change reign supreme and only love may hold a finer measure of sacred truth. --- b. e. adams (6/5/2017) |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Really beautiful dreampoet. The only constant in this life is change..being open to it is key. Always enjoy your poetry. |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Bruce ~ Another sweet and romantic write ~ Enjoyed muchers as I always do ![]() |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
thanks again to each of you! |
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