Delicate pink blossoms float
With creek bubbles
Passing beneath a stone arch bridge
Like fairies
Grazing between willow’s soft fingers
Lily pads and lotus flowers catch them downstream
I sit on the grass amongst thousands of petals
Holding open a book I’m meaning to read
Words on the page call to me gently
But all I can think of
Is you
Published by Chelsea Lynn
I am inspired by nature's wisdom and the ordinary miracles that surround us. I believe nature is always communicating to those who will listen, and all people have the ability to tune in and listen. Much of my writing and poetry comes out of the philosophy that the divine inhabits all. My goal as a writer is to empty myself and translate the words and messages I receive to the best of my ability.
The most glamorous thing you can do is live the life your heart designs.
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Beautiful poetry, Chelsea!Phil
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Thank you! I’m so happy you like it!
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