I am watching from top of the hill A place too quiet and still My senses meet new wonders Tickled by twiggy feathers The place is now some lost memory Finally I can feel what I can see Fluffy hills and hazy dreams Blurry skies and dark green beams Mushy plumes and blue skylight Gentle tunes that hold me tight
I am watching from top of the hill
ReplyDeleteA place too quiet and still
My senses meet new wonders
Tickled by twiggy feathers
The place is now some lost memory
Finally I can feel what I can see
Fluffy hills and hazy dreams
Blurry skies and dark green beams
Mushy plumes and blue skylight
Gentle tunes that hold me tight
Thanks for these all these great poem-captions !
ReplyDeleteWhat must be weird is reading a stranger's echo... while you may have meant your pic in a different way ?
ReplyDeleteThat's the interesting part of it.
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