sunset I'm leaving
the birds are headed my way
far past the dogwoods
beneath twinkly skies
out past the emerald lane
beyond Silver Lake
the gleeful hour waits
in peach sky rosy morning
where the birds sing sun
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such a joyful, hopeful poem! So pictorially, put together with the beautiful images and colors of a master painter's brush. Was feeling gray and fed up. Your lovely poem animated me, so much! So beautifully, great!
I am so glad to know that my poem lifted your mood! Thank you so much for the smiles your words brought me.