Wow! Each anomaly in heaven has its own mystery, I absolutely cherish your last two stanzas, especially the next to last, All that is born is bound to die
Blushes of morn that brush the sky
Fade with the rising sun on high
But shade to dusk when night draws nigh..wow! !
How fortunate I am that you are a reader of my poems! Sometimes it seems one is creating in a vacuum, and then someone like you comes along and make all the careful craftsmanship feel worthwhile! The stanza you quote is special to me, too. Thank you so much!
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Wow! Each anomaly in heaven has its own mystery, I absolutely cherish your last two stanzas, especially the next to last, All that is born is bound to die Blushes of morn that brush the sky Fade with the rising sun on high But shade to dusk when night draws nigh..wow! !
How fortunate I am that you are a reader of my poems! Sometimes it seems one is creating in a vacuum, and then someone like you comes along and make all the careful craftsmanship feel worthwhile! The stanza you quote is special to me, too. Thank you so much!