From oneMany come.Like an echoContinued in time;Unique in their likenessIndividually the same;Standing together, aloneWaving in unison,As flags at the sun.Life and colourIs all they have,To share.
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I have been writing since my teens. It has been an urge, an itch I have had to scratch. This work is the result of that irritation, I hope you enjoy it.
like a dream … to me.. lovely.. very nice, with a visual hint accompany… i lik this! ~
Thank you, I found a field of poppies and had the idea for the poem.
– Nigel Bangert
i have been crazily listening some mongolian songs… :)) and i couldnt stop translating the good ones… not easy to get the words and melody all transformed well.. yes many great poems are related to or just from scenaries….songs and poems seems cant live without one another. this poem is cool, it has a bubbling feel.
I really like this. One of the things that has always struck me with nature is how you can have a field of grass, a tree full of apples or even a landscape covered in snow with each individual being different from the next while remaining the same. You have expressed that so well here
Thank you very much. It is great to hear that I have put across the point I am trying to make, thanks for leaving your comments, it really helps me to improve.
I could see all the wheat fields dancing, the poppies nodding, and flowers smiling as I read this. You have captured the echoing beauty of Nature beautifully with these words.
Thank you very much for your comments, I am glad it conjured up the image of nature’s beauty for you.