Apollo rides his lonely chariot
Arching across the sky,
Leaves a path of golden light
Gathered by sunflowers.
He weeps by night.
They, burdened by empathy,
Bow their heads,
Leave golden puddles
At their feet.
Apollo rides his lonely chariot
Arching across the sky,
Leaves a path of golden light
Gathered by sunflowers.
He weeps by night.
They, burdened by empathy,
Bow their heads,
Leave golden puddles
At their feet.
Misty Ridge Musings 
Hey! Wow! That is really, really good.
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Hey! Wow! Thank you.
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This comment makes me miss you both. It’s hard to know what to say to do this prose justice…but Paul, you always put it so well.
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As always, Your Fan.
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Wonderful imagery!
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Beautiful!
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A wonderful piece of Imago-Poetry! ; And, Poetic-Imagery.
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Beauty 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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