goldA Poem by vashappenintorithe ripples in the river are painted so graciously. layer by layer contently flowing no desire to keep up with this fast paced world tranquility in the air as God’s creatures swim, roam, and fly dragonflies speed with angst and purpose and cotton balls drift with no destination coexistence exemplifies this golden life. © 2020 vashappenintori |
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Added on April 24, 2020 Last Updated on April 24, 2020 |