Echoes Of LavenderA Poem by Chris Shaw(a revamped poem)
mist rises as newly birthed disc
of sun kisses easterly horizon's cheek promising heightened heat on a sultry summer day clouds like chariots fly past at rapid speed in a part blue sapphire sky hurtling on a journey to certain dissipation we walk waist high through scented spikes of fragrant purple lavender alive with a charm of worker bees buzzing busily at the seams he asks me if this is a touch of heaven I don't know I replied though when I die if it echoes what we share here then maybe dreams become reality
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58 Reviews Added on May 23, 2021 Last Updated on May 23, 2021 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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