Scarlet Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Scarlet

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Scarlet rivers, times so gold. Spirits
whisper, days of old. Enchanting, the
soul. Winds entrance, as tides flow. Dawn
is rising. Through out the hammock. As the
air, has begun to glow. A peace settles
across, ever so.

Sunday, March 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: feel,nature,rivers,spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 04 June 2024

Wonderful Rebecca I enjoyed immersely Thanks for sharing

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Anjandev Roy 04 June 2024

This is simply wonderful...... thanks for sharing this poem.......

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