Thank you friend. This one fell on my head rather quickly.
It took some days after watching some petals fall, but then it all came forward at once when I sat down to write a poem for my first founding paid subscriber.
I watched petals fall from a tree the other day, and I wondered at it, that sometimes something falling from a tree marks the beginning of its green age, and sometimes the end.
I love that, sir! That's such a good inspiration for a poem. I'll have to do the same thing someday. Find a nice magnolia tree and just sit under it for a while, watching the summer breeze shake the petals to the ground like little feathers. I'm sure it's great for poetry inspiration. ;)
Very,very well crafted. Skilfully done.
Thank you friend. This one fell on my head rather quickly.
It took some days after watching some petals fall, but then it all came forward at once when I sat down to write a poem for my first founding paid subscriber.
Sir, this is extremely phenomenally beautiful.
I especially love this verse:
"White petals fall from holy trees
Come forth from ashen greenery
Fall fresh across the scenery
And christen dead land with spring."
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Thank you, friend!
I watched petals fall from a tree the other day, and I wondered at it, that sometimes something falling from a tree marks the beginning of its green age, and sometimes the end.
I love that, sir! That's such a good inspiration for a poem. I'll have to do the same thing someday. Find a nice magnolia tree and just sit under it for a while, watching the summer breeze shake the petals to the ground like little feathers. I'm sure it's great for poetry inspiration. ;)
Magnolia are my favorite trees.
Someday, I wand a cottage, and to plant two magnolia trees in the front yard.
That's really lovely, sir! What a cool dream to have. :)