Our minds have become intimate with words.
We fly together like two paper birds.
Small creeks, big rivers and the mighty sea,
Sustains the lyrics of calligraphy.
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Very well done. Nice flow and rhyme. Congratulations on having it selected as Poem of the Day!
I enjoyed this very much, you have a beautiful way with words and control the flow of it so well thank you Michael
dear sandraji.................... i too fly like a paper bird along with you.................... the last line.....all lines are marvellous............................ what can i call these intimate word except poetry? love premji
this piece is unimaginable and really stands out as a masterpiece....it goes to my favorites.....
This works are art indeed.... as if the words could sit on water...
Beautiful Wings spreading widely over the colourful lands lakes stepies creeks mountainsetc, Marvelous melody, thanks 10++
I found this poem because Sonya Florentino had written another one about Sandra Fowler by this same title. I really love this and feel most grateful to both Sonya and Sandra. This is some lovely sentiments and a keeper for sure.
signs of love beautifully expressed, stunning.....thanks to your deft fingers 10+++
A song of friendship, indeed, in an age when few messages go by post. You return to old themes, but this is an extraordinarily beautiful reprise. - Will
To daily write our poems on people's hearts, to enhance the art of being human. As ever, a lovely write.
I really love this poem and i really love the last line it just brings peace.
Very beautiful! ! A great poem...I loved the last line: 'Emotion is as beautiful as the art..'
words, lines, lyrics, poems, emotions...all so well merged in your poem...without theses there is no poem...regards
YOUR words, your words... Oh, Sandra, what a way you have. This is, as ever, completely enchanting. t x
Yes, our minds have become intimate with words! Beautifully spinned! I feel lucky to have you as a poet friend!
Lovely words fly so lightly from your pen. Emotion is art, without we cannot write or paint as both come from the heart. Your Paper Birds have flown to Africa to fill my heart with joy. Love from your friend Bob
Nice short to light the grass with the lamp of sunset. Thanks.