I harvest my thoughts on floating clouds,
to venture alone, without associates.
I raise my coverage to inveigle the moon.
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What a great imagination....very much inspiring....like this poem a lot... 'I still wilts with the moon and its shadow, To discover my wallow.'...this is what a poet's perseverance is...kudos
Fantastic poem again. We share our space with courage and grace, Till the wind finally to the mountains
Very well done. We share our space with courage and grace, Till the wind finally to the mountains.
Nice expression, And I swing, with the wind, Allowing the moon to dance with my shadow.
Lovely poem And I swing, with the wind, Allowing the moon to dance with my shadow
A fantastic poem.10 Harvesting thoughts on clouds a unique thinking.
I harvest my thoughts on floating clouds, .......nice feeling Thoughts are the wanderer clouds hither to thither, hence to thence no stoppage the thinkers always lost themselves it its fathomless ocean.......
This is a brilliant poem.