forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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12 Hours

Your sunrise touched the edge of my sunset

horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours 

whispers to the night 

floated in breeze of the first morning light

horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours

Earth’s rotation in human constructed time 

an illusion of control when the heart knows time is infinite…

beyond all horizons…floating in the universe…

yet like a fool, it wonders about…

Horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours.

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Poetry and image copyright neha 2017


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My earth’s sonnet

In the quiet hum of the rising sun

When heart’s sigh,

My beautiful earth gently spun

Writing a sonnet in the sky.

Spinning like nobody was watching,

My earth danced away

Unaware of the lives it was touching,

In every part of the day.

Splattering the colours of its soul

My earth sung with the trees

And that song made me whole,

As I felt the morning breeze.

My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?

Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues. 

copyright neha poem and image 2016

copyright neha poem and image 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt Response: Earth