My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Perching on my porch this morning,
things seemed to be at peace
when suddenly without warning,
sing-song sounds would not cease.
Celestial sounds filled the meadow,
no sweeter song playing.
Rings of stars look down on below,
so swell a day for this dawning.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2022
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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This is lovely!
You wrote Nirvana!
Wonderful rhythm and an exquisite last line, Walt.
I love the rhyme and flow of your words!
A morning like that cannot be beaten
The best kind of morning!
This is purely Wonderful!
Walter, your off-rhymes work so fantastically well in this piece – I love the very sound of the words!
❤
David