Silence is the language of god; all else is poor translation.” Rumi
Shhh! Listen to your heart
Travelers, it is late. Life’s sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings.
Dance, my old friend, sing, fly.
Death is your
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Looking within I find
Bear with me as I continue to play with the micro-poetry form developed by Kelvin S-M, a fellow dVerse blogger. These are written for the Poetics prompt offered by Mary. The prompt is to write a poem using a quotation as inspiration.