how love persists
in the softness of a feathered evening sky
in the song of breezes tangled in the lakeside reed
in a silent flower swaying in the chords of grass
it keeps on glowing
in the faint silver over sea
where sky and waters melt
into a forlorn vastness.
2 comments:
like a quiet ether glow permeating every particle of air to breathe...beautiful, Martin~
Thank you dear Yelena : )
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