First Loss
wet with dew...
A flower opening
tender the morning
Of sun-hung sky,
Brimming the life
In the veins.
Yet how easily
It bleeds and flows;
Tears in eyes
That once smiled
at her face
And now weep
At her passing.
wet with dew...
A flower opening
tender the morning
Of sun-hung sky,
Brimming the life
In the veins.
Yet how easily
It bleeds and flows;
Tears in eyes
That once smiled
at her face
And now weep
At her passing.
Beautiful poem @johnjgeddes
thanks
Beautiful poem and awesome painting!
thank you
You are welcome. :-)
So heartfelt and sad. Beautiful writing :)
thank you, Tina
Another exquisite poem, @johnjgeddes!
Thanks, Ceci
a beautiful tribute to your mom, @johnjgeddes.....simply pure and beautiful. :)
Thanks ...you know
Sense of Loss!
I love your imageries
thanks
Beautiful lines !
Touching poem my friend !
thanks, @akkha
You are welcome !
Beautiful painting😘
thanks, @lindari
Love this! Beautiful painting :')
thank you :)