“Pity! It failed, that piper’s march”
sang the awoken prancing children,
moments ago even though each larch
bore witness to their joy’s meridian.
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Enjoyable quatrain as always!
I thank you for your kindness.
Beyond the beauty of these words, it is peculiar I should read them today. A beloved forest I have visited since childhood, two thirds of the trees larch, is to be felled after disease has left it dead and dying. I felt compelled to share.
I thank you and suggest we settle with a word for this happenstance, serendipitous. 🙂
you are awesome , i like ur poems!!!
I am humbled Miss, thank you. That is a very strange name you have chosen for yourself. 🙂
Yea i know :))) but have a sense for me
Very well, but I wonder, is it DiabLolique or Diabolique?
:> what u think :> ?
I think you are being too harsh with yourself?
dunno , you think ?