When moonlit magic shines my way It feeds my soul and makes me smile The harvest moon of Saturday Is something to savor awhile As I already feel its light On this bright blazing afternoon Here on Thursday before the night Has fallen yet: but night falls soon
And when night falls then I will rise
When moonlit magic shines my way I dance beneath the waxing moon And rise with it through velvet skies Reflecting on reflected grace Two rovers riding destiny We bloom full-blown on Saturday When we reveal ourselves full-face Ascended to our rightful place
I've said it before, Stevie; you seem to compose with such ease. Rhyme and rhythm don't come easily for me. This is a lovely ode to the moon. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you, my friend,
Applause applause, this is a beautiful recital poem that stirs the heart and a long deep in the soul. ?Steve again you captured and offered us a wonderful glimpse into your world.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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Well done!!
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