From silence, she traveled far and wide
She have seen all, felt all probable tides
Through the endless cyan of buffering clouds
Beyond the earth’s crashing mantle grounds
Where immortals rest to wander free
Where all living creatures will be left abandoned
By freshly crisp nature’s gift – imagine how!
On our bequest, soon a good harvest?
If we continue to ignore her (mother nature) river of tears.........
ignoring her we are the humanly inhuman.........your lines are gracious and loved to read...........
very nice lines a suitable reminder and an ode too well spoken cheers
This mysterious journey reveals importance of a woman, and creates an atmosphere of longing loneliest wisper in shadowless days........10++++ you may read A JOURNEY from my page
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hang by a longing journey.......the poem linger in each finger tips.....so imagining...so alluring to hug.....beautiful my dear...i love it...a 10 +++