May the verse spill out
Of your moonlit garden
From your cool wellspring
Untouched by age
In shades of time
You
Are
The
Tempest
Whose green fields will stay
From the splattering waters
That well the plain
Every one of us
Resembles one drop of rain
With a similar charm
As reflections dance across still waters
Singing quietly in happiness
Whilst, a brilliant dusk settles over the sky
And nature reigns majestically
Quietly, moping, delicately infatuated
The wellspring of life
Supply of our soul
Filtering
Blessing
Reviving
© daniel miltz
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