Along the cliffs,
the Swifts,
dart and dive through early drifting mists.
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A wonderful poem that glides off the tongue with the ease of an accomplished ballet dancer Just beautiful Love duncan X
This is what most think of when they think of poetry: A blending of words and imagery, skillfully designed to elicit and emotion. This has it all. A beautiful piece. There is some much toadmire and lose oneself in.
Mornings like this? Thats why the Afterlife was created, I think, maybe.....IN THE MEANWHILE, BACK ON PLANET EARTH, You have just most impeccably described New Yorks Central Park East & All it's Radiant Majesty....Upon the Dawn of a freshly wrapped New Day...SPLENDID WRITE, Ernestine! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
Oh Ernestine....I miss these kinds of mornings. Thank you for helping me find my way back.
Great poetry. I can picture the scene in my mind. Beautifully written. Andrew x