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countless colors shall bring tomorrow
the fires of life taste the flavor
of dwarf gardens in poets’ dreams
raised by cold river on rushing currents.
nearby, a bare tree smiles at the sky
and rises directly to the wind:
behold the promise of a fountain fall
to dissipate the fancies on rays
of countless sun colors that knit
the fabrics of a boundless morrow.
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© said sadain, jr. 2018
Notes:
I pride myself at being a part-time writer. I have to live up to that designation, that is why, among other things, I went off the grid for a while, away from this blog 🙂 No apologies there. But I did not expect the off-gridding to take longer than it did, for other more pressing reasons, and for that I apologize. Perhaps I need to change the appellation from being a Part-Time Writer to simply being a Now-You-See-Him-Now-You-Don’t Writer. I’ll take pride in that too 🙂
Thank you for sticking around and reading this blog. Have an enjoyable weekend, everyone.
— SSJ, 2 Nov. 2018
Welcome back, for however long!
Thank you, for as always! 🙂
Now i see him,hehe
Ronnie, statue?! 😃you should open a blog so we can see you too 😄 Thanks for dropping by!
What a gorgeous uplifting piece, Said, you have restarted soaring high into your boundless tomorrow.
Hopefully, not with wings of wax 😊Thanks for the encouragement, Steve.