So much world all at once – how it rustles and bustles!
Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,
The flame, the flamingo, the flounder, the feather –
How to line them all up, how to put them together?
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A rose is a rose by any name The thorn it stings unto the grave.. iip.. James
I read this without much engagement until the last four lines. Then I went back. Worth the read! -GK
WOW! A delcious poem like a home made cake, this is meant to flatter, really amazing! A REN for Mrs. Wislawa S.
What an exquisite ode to Mother Nature! ! !