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I Love The Gardener
Rough oak, tongue and groove in uniform, antiquing the walls of her hearts sleeping chambers.
The heated night breeze blowing white cotton curtains ever so softly, ever so sporadic.
Crickets singing for rain, panting for drink...
An oil lamp cascades flickering light across white lace and time, as she lay dreaming of beautiful flowers blooming.
The heated night breeze blowing white cotton curtains ever so softly, ever so sporadic.
Crickets singing for rain, panting for drink...
An oil lamp cascades flickering light across white lace and time, as she lay dreaming of beautiful flowers blooming.
Published 28th Aug 2024
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Your emotions echo deeply in my heart,as i see in those lines a wise poetess able to voice her own heart's feelins thru a lamplight.. age or old age is an asset in my own opinion, and so do ,i love those personality traits so much.
Hamid's best wishes.
Hamid's best wishes.
28th Aug 2024 3:01pm
28th Aug 2024 4:04pm
An amazing short piece of poetry. Thanks, for sharing your talents. Have a great write day. Hugs and love, Oral
28th Aug 2024 11:57pm
Thank you Oral, I appreciate your friendship. Hugs and love your way too friend!
