No beginning nor end
The perception of beauty
Is the space unseen
By
No beginning nor end
The perception of beauty
Is the space unseen
Quiet is the view
The heart of compassion waits
Silence speaks volumes
Framed beneath
Waning western hues
Swan’s reflection
Indeed it is
Thank all who participated; the compiled poem is in the “let’s write” section in it’s respective order…I hope to see you next week, same place, hopefully with new and same faces
yes…
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