In a shadowed green glade
In the middle of the forest
A tiny bud waits
To unfurl it's velvety petals
To spread it's fragrance
It's tiny face turned
up to the blue skies
Waiting for the first kiss
of the Sun's rays.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Good write J.
Thank you so much. Feeling good.
Now that is quite, quite beautiful.
Into my favourites for sure.
Thank you so much. It's just a very humble effort on my part, but gives me so much happiness when appreciated.
Very lovely 🙂
Thank you so much.
Wonderful imagery J and so very true.
Andy
Thank you so much.
beautifully worded, a juxtaposition in Art
between a panting's subtle nuances and how a Poet - transmutes
the hope fuelled words, it inspires:
see for me, that painting tells a harrowing tale
where there's no shadows
for all those vibrantly-striving budding rainbow of flowers;
and that congealed figure
of childhood innocence, blurrily shapes
a shadow's pooling: chrysalis...
Thank you so much, warms my heart to see that, something which has given me so much happiness ,is giving happiness to others too.
Chrysalis to butterfly, bud to flower, hopes rising anew. Also it's another way of looking at it. Eloquent writing. Loved reading your view on that.
Nice
Thanks Suchitra. Love and hugs.
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