Angels cry. Tears washed to the tides.
Oceans wide. The heart tires. The circle
of life, time will always write. We can
shut our eyes, to what nature is telling
us outside. But, then never experience
the full depths of the spirit, and the
ambience of the moons, comforting light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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But, then never experience the full depths of the spirit, and the ambience of the moons, comforting light......touching and impressive. Beautiful poem so nicely delineated. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you! .. Kumarmani, For such a beautifully thoughtful and kind reply! .. With such beautiful heart you write, and a beautifully passionate light, that touches others and brings such kindness and insight! .. :) Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..