Imaginary Flowers, Imaginary Spring
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep." BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
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A Fast Moment
Rush me into waters. Selections of waves and mists. A rainbow fans delight. A waterway into heaven. The distance to and fro only a fast moment can catch. All Rights Reserved Susy Kamber
2023
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Imaginary Flowers, Imaginary Spring
Seeds grew up on me as I slept. Visible dreams someone placed there. I thought them flowers or formations intended to open my eyes when I awake. Red flowers bringing green wafts of fragrance from a far off hillside near a pond. Inside that water lives a pool of bright light. There you are, water smiles at this wondrous sight. Lilac bush and winter branches. Curls of flowers, so enhances. How did you get there from whence the cold? A welcome reflection, a soft breeze does hold. To walk and imagine the mixing of spring, with cold winter moments that happened to bring. The light and the water a mixture that day, producing the colors in just the right way. The springtime seems present, though blooms yet to come. I wander the pathways of winter and hum. Of springtime romance, reflections in water, the warmth from this glance, holds my heart here in wonder. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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