Glad to see yet another sunny day,
As I hum to the songs of the morning.
My lips move and some voices found their way;
The voices, sounds of nature combining.
Now I'm lifting my hands as soft winds blow,
The redolence of heaven down below.
I hear the cherubs strum their golden harps,
And the streaming perfection of vocals.
My soul is lifted, unfolding its wraps-
And I think glory surrounds all around-
I bask in the glow and warmth of the sun,
And I rise with the voice of the ocean.
Hear the birds sing, the roses swaying.
The melody, the season of sunshine!
The mist over the hills, ascending,
As the master paints the evening skyline,
Still I'm lost in the glory of the sun,
And I sing with the voice of the ocean.
"Be happy!"
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Vittorio_Topaz
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
