Open Road Comments

thy flute of wind, tuning through the heart cords; I listen, listen nothing but a silent love love

Reminds me of my Dad in a hunter green Pontiac 442 or a gold Cadillac

2) to the Mediterranean in the South of France, with a brand new burgundy red Alpha Romeo and not with a Chevy collector's item. Beautiful atmospheric poem!

1) First 5 Stars (before I forget that) and to my Favourites! Wow, how beauteous is your poem! this poem beautifully composed, the melody, tone and rhythm sound unparalleled cozy and exuberant, this atmosphere reminds me of the time I went

Simple and beautiful poem. Nicely crafted. Loved it.