As I sit here,
I look at this blank page
And just start to write.
I wonder what it will be today?
Words of love maybe;
That love of my lover,
Of my family,
And my friends.
Maybe it will be of music
That always runs through my life.
May the glory of nature,
The enjoyment of my time
Walking beside My River,
Looking at Natures wondrous art
And hearing her accompanying symphonies.
Whatever I write
It will be of joy, happiness
And of course love,
So let me begin……...
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2026 01:04
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Don't approach too fast
Do sit still and contemplate
Another Sonnet
Did a 5-7-5 in a minute this time. Didn't have to slog away at a sonnet either. I leave that to real poets.
Good for you, Andy.
Good write Gold. You come to the end of the page and run out of space?! lol.
The words may change but the themes remain the same and always bright. Nicely done Andy
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