In twilight's embrace, where shadows sigh,
Whispers dance 'neath the celestial sky.
A symphony of stars, a cosmic ballet,
In the tapestry of night, dreams find their way.
Moonlight weaves through the branches' embrace,
Silent echoes of time, a delicate grace.
Nature's poetry in each leaf's soft hush,
The universe whispers, a mystical brush.
The river of time, a gentle flow,
Carving tales in the rocks below.
Mountains stand as ancient sentinels high,
Guardians of secrets 'neath the azure sky.
In the garden of silence, where echoes bloom,
Words unsaid, like petals, softly consume.
A serenade of thoughts, a poetic trance,
A dance of words in the language of chance.
Emotions cascade like a waterfall's song,
A river of feelings, tender and strong.
In the mosaic of moments, a masterpiece unfolds,
Life's poetry written in stories untold.
So, let your heart be a poet's quill,
In the symphony of existence, find your thrill.
For in each fleeting moment, a verse unfurls,
And the universe listens to the poetry of the world.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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