I’ve had poetry on my mind lately, I don’t know if its been the cold weather or just circumstance. There is such beauty in observation: Seeing the starkness of a morning-the silhouettes of the trees their branches -we are so fortunate to have such beauty on a cold winter day and to feel the sun’s light- not necessary the heat.
I can’t end this poetic moment without mentioning a poem I just read:
It’s only a room with shelves and books, but it’s far more magical than it looks -It’s a jet on which I soar to land that exist no more. Or a key with which I find answers to questions crowding my mind. Building my habit of learning and growing, asking and researching till I reach knowing.Here, I’ve been a mermaid and an elf- I’ve even learned to be more myself. I think that I shall never see a place that’s been more useful to me . With encouraging kind friends with wit- Who tell me to dream big and never quit.
It’s only a room with shelves and books, but far more magical than it looks- BY : VARDA ONE
Don’t you agree?
Posted by: Margarita
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