Magic flew in circling mind,
drew with coloured brush,
danced upon the elements;
sang through tiny thrush.
In the song of certainty,
the possible released,
imagination took the stage;
such beauty was bequeathed.
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2014/09/magic.html
drew with coloured brush,
danced upon the elements;
sang through tiny thrush.
In the song of certainty,
the possible released,
imagination took the stage;
such beauty was bequeathed.
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2014/09/magic.html
Inner and outer both worlds are magical indeed...we need to pause, behold and create...a beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteHow lovely! Truly magical with your imagery. "The possible released" --- I really like that!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
ReplyDeleteLoved "such beauty was bequeathed". I don't think I've visited before; glad to meet you!
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