when evenings are endless
lights, though of different origins
find a common language
to share conversations
inspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)
Expressing myself through poetry
Expressing myself through poetry
when evenings are endless
lights, though of different origins
find a common language
to share conversations
inspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you very much for this lovely poem which reminds this person of our common language well beneath the tongue.
All good wishes,
robert
Thanks Robert. I enjoyed how it looked like the two lights were reaching out to each other.
Best wishes…
What will you consider a common language,Sonya?
Hi Ranu,
An interesting, thoughtful question. I would say the language of vibration. There is vibration in the entire universe and at some level everything/one is communicating whether intentionally or unknowingly.
Thanks :-)