Heaven plops
blobs of paint
on a quiet morning
like a canvas ready
to receive creation
The still lake
holds up the sky
like a verdant earth
props up the easel
The brush strokes
of the autumn wind
depicts a love story
for a daydreamer
to savour

Heaven plops
blobs of paint
on a quiet morning
like a canvas ready
to receive creation
The still lake
holds up the sky
like a verdant earth
props up the easel
The brush strokes
of the autumn wind
depicts a love story
for a daydreamer
to savour
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Beautifully imagery Cassa ..
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Thank you! 😊
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Fantastic poetry, Cassa. 🤍 This one, I love.
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Thank you 😊
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You’re most welcome. 😁
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This is a gorgeous photograph Cassa
“The still lake
holds up the sky
like a verdant earth
props up the easel”
What a lovely descriptive stanza, they all were but this was so lovely. xoxoxoxo
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The photograph is mesmerising and so much like a painting. Also your strokes in the poetical form are enticing. I would love to witness this treasure.
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