! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 64 - Language Poem by Michael Shepherd
! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 64 - Language
It’s a misty morning,
clings gently to the skin,
it’s pleasant like this,
let’s walk
oh here’s an apple tree,
you can touch the mist on the apple’s skin
ah, it must be a whole orchard,
how the mist makes it such an adventure
This little life is rounded by a mist and, eating the apple, a great adventure indeed begins, untill we go home again.
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5/4/2024 2:13:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You tell the reader so much, so simply... so eloquently. love, Allie xxxx