Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Horizon

 


Far, very far
sky bends down, to kiss the ocean
Fatigue Sun at day end
paints there beautiful
I paddle, paddle with my pen
reaching there, ambitious
Singing birds fly over me
light and happy
Where are they heading?
Are they too
in search of the horizon...

The Silent Magnetism of Calm Souls

` They do not roar to prove their worth, Or crowd the spaces of the earth; They filter thought before they speak, In gentle tones, serene an...