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A poet among us,
Moved by the sunset,
Sees in his fancy
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in the every daY mundane moments you were greatful, and thankful for the solace and the beauty to be found within it. and that is just prescious
This is great! Love doing this also, just momentary thoughts coming to say hello, I write them down in my poetry journal! Nice to know someone else does this also.10+++++++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Dear Poet Rose-Ann Shawiak, Once again, I rejoice that you have conveyed your generous commendation helps me to dispel doubts and to keep writing some impressions in my way, with hope to reach a reader like you. We do not have to 'wrestle with words' but only to be receptive to the faculty of words to convey shades of meaning in our changing moods and context. The attempt is the reward, and we wish it will suffice. Pl. let me know of any new poem of yours you would like me to read. Best wishes. Madhavan
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7/19/2025 9:40:52 AM # 1.0.0
A poet among us, Moved by the sunset, Sees in his fancy A molten sun that smears the sky. Who are we, prose folk, To rob him of illusions? ---A wonderful poem of great depth.