This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me -
The simple News that Nature told -
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see -
For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen -
Judge tenderly - of Me
There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.
It looks like you could just walk down that road and touch the big cloud! Very nice Rosa! Have a fun day.
RispondiEliminaYour words are so poetic! And there's beauty behind those huge clouds!
RispondiEliminache bella strada !
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