Her World Poem by Laurie hill
Her World
Moon on the river,
shadows in the trees,
whispers from the rushes,
echo on the breeze,
A figure 'neath the gaslamp,
inviting in it's glow,
halfway across the old stone bridge,
halfway between this world and hers,
no further can i go.
beautiful imagery...rivers separate people, bridges connect, but I guess you cannot cross over unless she meets you half-way...
Wonderfully written piece! ! ! It flows so beautifully.... Fantastic rhyming! ! ! Keep it up! -Pink Butterfly-
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5/4/2024 1:40:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poems have a natural beauty which seems effortless, perfectly encapsulating the subject matter. This is another winner