If then there were moonless long nights...
And the silent horseman went, like same...
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Loved the imagination of this poem, Poetic language flowed beautifully! ; D
What the smallest birdie could do of a garden She sang in the afternoon and night by ear her thin. So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose, Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse.. perfect way of writing and professionally expressed with symbolic way... really great work is this one.. sweet, rich and meaningful...liked it 10/10
Symbolical and realistic at the same time..I love the imagery you build..very good write, thanks for sharing. Yelena M.
Dear Tsira, it's really lovely. Well done. Konstantin. P.S. By the way, if you want to smile and be a bit disappointed, read 'Let me... (The end) '.
So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose, Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse..................wonderful imagery as curved over the light with color, sating the hearts galloping over white horse.ingenious write,10++, thanks for sharing
You've crafted with excellent imagery...despair and hope...am I right Tsira...interesting
As homeless thoughts over sad- knight... ------------ I like the sound of it and the image too....
Lovely images created by you here Tsira, well done. Best wishes, Andrew
Mythology and mystery pervade this fascinating poem about power of the small. White horses, red roses and little birdies - such a graceful combination. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Vivid and strong write Tsira...jumps off the page to my mind...Fi 10++++
Fascinating imagery Tsira...profound one! ! ! the white horse of morning glow through the face! ! !
Ah, Tsira, such a lovely and tender poem, rich in texture and imagery. Very sweet and well done.10++++