Time of creations.
Time of creations.Written by Louise E.
In the distance,
I see the sun,
Behind a curtain,
Of mystic clouds.
The ball of fire,
Just barely peeking through.
All around me silence,
At this hour.
Just a soft breeze,
That plays with the leaves.
It makes it magical.
To stand in the surroundings,
Being there,
But also being els where.
This is the dawn,
Where dreams are made,
And poems will be written,
And pictures will be taken.
It is the time,
Of creations.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-07-27 at 11:44
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