I caught a wandering petal
Floating on a dreamy hush
Of a soft, still morning
The sunshine slants
To caress the tender, gypsy soul
As it glides across
A haze of green and gold
Landing gently
Without making a ripple
On a dewy blade of grass
Quivering
In drops of poignant,
Floating on a dreamy hush
Of a soft, still morning
The sunshine slants
To caress the tender, gypsy soul
As it glides across
A haze of green and gold
Landing gently
Without making a ripple
On a dewy blade of grass
Quivering
In drops of poignant,
Wistful tears.
@ luna 4.24.2008
What a lovely, vibrant macro! Sorry I didnt digest the poem yet =D But I'm sure its pretty, on monday I will come back and reflect, my head is full today lol....;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, G. I envy your macros...I wish we have those flowers here along the streets.:D
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