I wrote this after the last one, in my writing space, hence the title, I must admit, since meeting someone new my poems might at last be coming out of the shadows of darkness and loss. Thank you Sparks
Is a place that is at peace
Tranquil and harmony
Where wonders never cease
The colours in the beds
The birds in the trees
Sing a beautiful rhapsody
That floats gentle on the breeze
Never an angry storm cloud
Or rain drop needs to fall
As in my special place
My mind has it all
Colours I’ve never seen before
Shades are hidden in plain sight
Seeming hard to fade
With the coming of the night
copyright©2026Peter Williams
Poetry by peter williams
Written on 2026-07-08 at 09:41
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My Writing Space
My writing spaceIs a place that is at peace
Tranquil and harmony
Where wonders never cease
The colours in the beds
The birds in the trees
Sing a beautiful rhapsody
That floats gentle on the breeze
Never an angry storm cloud
Or rain drop needs to fall
As in my special place
My mind has it all
Colours I’ve never seen before
Shades are hidden in plain sight
Seeming hard to fade
With the coming of the night
copyright©2026Peter Williams
Poetry by peter williams
Written on 2026-07-08 at 09:41
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