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THE EVENING IS CLEAR WITH STARRY SPARKS AND ONE IS ASLEEP IN MY LAP. The line made me recall some of MAYA ANGELOU'S lines, lines that otherwise would have been vulgar but artfully articulated to look beautifully seductive. It's a lovely romantic poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem ANC AND THE STRUGGLE.

Hello poet friend Galina, what an outstanding, graceful and well written poem. It leaves one breathless. I enjoyed, Loyd

MY THOUGHTS ARE SERENE/THE WILD ROSE WHISPERS IN THE CALM Both within the speaker and without in the world serenity reigns. It's a lovely closing. In this poem place, person, emotion are so thoroughly meshed I can't separate them. Pasternak has a poem, one of the first of his I read, WEEPING GARDENS, which has a similar blending. The poem confused me until I learned to surrender to the languorous rhythms. Your poem has some of that languor, but its not a stupor. There is keen awareness shown in the description of houses and an equally keen readines for the arrival of X. I believe THE GARDEN OF SOMEONE'S DREAM is the speaker's future garden, and she is already prepared for a blessed existence because she knows home will always be the SACRED PLACE OF (HER) HEART.