Open Poetry #34 |
When silence speaks it's language own - to Mark B. |
Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
on winter's morning sunrise when leaves are wet of dew I crossed the road on slippers to share this moment with you and though I live in farmers land where work is starting early morn on treasured moments such as these I never feel forlorn when silence speaks it's language own and nature is about to waken that is the moment of inner peace one should not let forsaken Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
So good to read you again Titia. This is wonderful, full of life...and very wise. Never should we miss these opportunities of peace and contentment. Thank you, TD |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Me too! All of the above words and more. Jimmy |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Wise words from a wise woman. You speak the silence very well and give us the gift of you words in reminder as to what is realy important. Thank you for sharing with us this treasure and for the treasure of you also. A most enjoyable read for sure. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
This is outstanding Titia. So pleased to see you here! |
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