Just tumbling along, with a song,
in the breeze. The whispers, of the
trees. My heart floating, with the
leaves. As the bluebird flies, and
the eagle cries. And everything,
moves me. And the spirit, touches
endlessly. Mountains move, when the
soul steps between, the distance
of you and me. Stars gleam. Life's
fragile. Life's deep. Life's calling.
Life speaks. In your soul, you feel
him trying to comfort. Trying to
reach, asking please. Painting paths
for us, his heart is light, and free.
He wants us to be. With hands of love,
he'll guide, he'll lead. In all you
feel, in all you see. Caritas. Let,
in he.
Tumbling with a song, funny you say that, songs are the offspring of poetry, I’m a musician, that’s how I found poetry, everything moves posts and musicians, your poetry moves me, I find such delight in your expressions of poetry, paint your paths with your inner self and you will shine ever so bright my friend! ! ! ! !
Thank You! ! ! Dear Sir, Bill, Goodness! ! ! ! For Such A Beautifully Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! I' am Glad They Bring You Delight! ! ! ! ! :) Your Poetry Paints And Speaks, Beautiful Imagery Felt Deep! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! ! Friend
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Your poetry is so unique and awesome, I left a comment on your page! ! !
Thank You! ! ! Bill, Ever So Much For Such Beautifully Kind Comments! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry Has Ever Such Power And Beauty, That Talks To The Heart! ! ! ! ! And Brings Joy And Inspiration To Those Who Read! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !