raindrops
plip plops
I feel it
birds sing
bells ring
I hear it
moon glows
on meadows
I see it
ideas grow
words flow
I read it
voices silent
echoes quiet
I listen
© Eugenia Hoffman
image source – lovethispic.com
Progression – Eugenia
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Love the flow of this poem.
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Thank you, Sadje! 💖
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You’re welcome 😉
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Love this! And the image! Good job!
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Thank you! 😊
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Good use of the senses. Well written.
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Thank you, VJ! 😊
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Welcome!
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Ahh .. to feel the rain
… to hear the birds
… to see the world
The perfect Life….
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Thank you so much, Ivor, and I love the video! 😊
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Perfect music, for your perfect poem …
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing, Chuck! ❤️xoxo
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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xoxo💖
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The rhythm reminds me of rain… and the onomatopoeia is delightful!
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Thank you so much!
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Hi Eugenia. Life’s simple pleasures always resonate intensely in your poems. I wish I could write so daringly .
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Thank you! I hope you and yours are safe and well.
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