Every night I see a difference, a nuance of a difference in the heavens. I recognize the greatness there and am humbled. Every morning I awaken to find your words describing the beauty.
Love,
Susan
...culminates in the dance of dulcet dryads, dreaming (I)on eves of ethereal ecstasy. ..feathers of ....ghosts
surreal
and original
and so you
clever creative chap
I love your poem!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
Be safe,
Karen
surreal
and original
and so you
clever creative chap
nessie
But not wordless!!
Love Tinka
Walt