Michael Shepherd

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! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 64 - Language - Poem by Michael Shepherd

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


Comments about ! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 64 - Language by Michael Shepherd

  • (9/28/2007 1:17:00 AM)

    You tell the reader so much, so simply... so eloquently. love, Allie xxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (9/27/2007 8:20:00 AM)

    This little life is rounded by a mist and, eating the apple, a great adventure indeed begins, untill we go home again. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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