Thank you my bird
For my solace in you
It binds the horizon
and grows in sinews
This is my letter
my saying to you
that I am so welcomed
by the heart (i see) in you
Its the kind of love
my dove,
that hasn't the words
in expression for my impression of you
I told you it before it was written
in eyes
in sight of you
ματακια μου
YOU ARE READING
The Meadow Rose
PoetryGardens of Plenty, stories unfold, It's a telling for many, from centuries ago... I've gathered some work from moments I've been emboldened to clarity... befuddlement, in many ways, it paints my prose. It continues to keep me on my toes. When...
