Friday 25 April 2008
The Morning, Art and Poetry
Shadows born upon the morning light
Creating beauty within mortal sight
Living trees appear above the mist
In nature's stillness love and truth exist
But soon the silence will be broken
By the slightest word that will be spoken
And the many shades of misty gray
Will fade into the things we say
And Man's emotional thought
Will find a world all at fault
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cant discern the "many shades of misty gray" all the times, but when we do, there is nothing at fault in the world :)
really enjoyed your writing budz!
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