Blue expanding
crisp white
of tiny sails –
horizon
The lull is gentle
lucidity swelling
serenity present
How safe it is
to imagine limitlessness
when I am grounded
breast to railing
anchored ashore.
(Image my own)
Blue expanding
crisp white
of tiny sails –
horizon
The lull is gentle
lucidity swelling
serenity present
How safe it is
to imagine limitlessness
when I am grounded
breast to railing
anchored ashore.
(Image my own)
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I could step right into that image. Your talent amazes me!
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You are sweet. Thanks
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So beautiful, VJ! 🙂
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Thanks Carol Anne!
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You’re more than welcome. 🙂
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Lovely image, and as always a great poem!
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Thank you!
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This is a very thought-provoking poem.
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Love it when it turns out that way, Liz.
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Awesome image!
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Thanks Julie
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A lovely poem, I can imagine the boat.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful lines with beautiful image💖
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Thank you!
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💙
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Thanks
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