A army of flowers, yield
to the sun, the sky spits
the rain, and the lord
fills it with love.
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The beauty of finality...only a very skilled wordsmith could have constructed this excellent poem. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler
Hi David. (GOD'S) paradise perhaps? This poem reminds me of Arlington Cemetery with its sea of head stones and honor. As a war vet...although this poem mentions nothing of the military, you have captured that essence. That's incredible. Thanks. OH...(devil's) L
Excellent write. avr