Falling leaves
To forests floor
A bed to make
An open door
To inner dreams
Upon thoughts
To sway
My troubled mind
To lay.
The canopy
High above
Multicoloured
Eternal love
Branches sway
A thoughful light
To creep downward
From the height.
Its warmth to keep
A tender hand
To cradle dream
A faraway land
Its echo in
The silence speaks
To sweet birdsong
The moment sleeps.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
Here Norman you have painted a vivid picture of peace, sylvan that for some may evoke a sense of the heavenly and others a more primal spiritual worship. Nicely conceived and written a fave
most kind, thanking you much appreciated my friend
You are very welcome Norman
Good write my friend 👍🏻🕊️
thanks and appreciation
Most welcome, Norman 👍🏻🕊️
Good write N. Dozed off at the bus stop?! lol.
certainly did, 40 winks before looking for no 7 again lol
nicely done
thanks, much appreciation
Norman, I really liked this one. There is a gentleness here that made me slow down while reading it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanking you much appreciated my friend
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