walk in my garden
on the enchanted path of green
where trees entwine their twigs waving in moonlight
find your way
to the hidden pool amid the thickets
behold your own reflection in the silver arc
of waters quietly sparkling
where wild lilies spread the fragrance
of deepest sources.
(for D.)
4 comments:
'the silver arc of waters quietly sparkling..' is such a unique imagery~ there is ever a source of light for the soul in your words.
Thank you kindly, dear Yelena : )
missing your words~
_/|\_
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