Gazing at the naked sky
With my naked eyes
As it bares itself
I find not a semblance of nudity
While it changes its robes of hues and colours
Ever so often
Just how is that?
I wonder
As I continue ogling with modesty
Gazing at the naked sky
With my naked eyes
As it bares itself
I find not a semblance of nudity
While it changes its robes of hues and colours
Ever so often
Just how is that?
I wonder
As I continue ogling with modesty
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Reblogged this on Peace, Love and Patchouli and commented:
a beautiful piece of poetry that I thought you might enjoy whilst I play catch up for playing blog hooky for a few days.
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Much appreciated! Thanks for your kindness!
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this is quite beautiful, reblogged and thank you for the gift of these words.
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Thank YOU!
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Stunning imagery. There is something wonderful about ‘ogling’ the sky, naked and robed!
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Thank you so much!
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You are most welcome!
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