Uncommitted
The drop of rain hanging precariously on
To the tip of the leaf, in the early morn,
Undecided, whether to stay or fall,
Hug the leaf or kiss the knoll.
Quivering, shivering, in the gentle breeze
Holding on tenuously, all thought on freeze,
Will it hold on to the leaf that’s home
Or dare to embrace the vistas unknown?
~Original poetry by Manic Sylph
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The Poetical Musings Of a Gypsy
PuisiMy thoughts wander, unfettered like a gypsy, into mysterious lands of feelings, fantasy and fun, and stop at will in places that touch my heart. It is these random thoughts that form the basis of this book of poetry.
