Bliss is the one on a swing
Who feels her years breeze by.
She creates the sound of a bell
And doesn't even try.
...
Read full text
Bliss compared to the sunrise inside.......... very nice imagination.. very nice poem. thank you dear poetess. tony
Very beautifully written, Any, as you seem to have the ability to draw the reader right into the poem. I could feel the breeze and hear the bell as I drifted through the peom. Great Job.
Wow! This is great? ? love how this feels as I read! :)