Renascence

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Whispered tales sprang out from the dark;
Floating in pearly dusk of Spring.
Nor rivers flow nor sweet birds sing;
Thus silence flails on drooping leaves.
Lichen on stones and moss on eaves.
Oh Gaia bring new world to birth;
Floweret band to bind thus earth.
Such strange attainment in your touch;
Lo! whom could hate or bear a grudge,
Come and shine for all you’re worth.

 

 

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Form:Β DΓ©cima

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38 thoughts on “Renascence

  1. Gay says:

    Lovely – it trips along like a bubbling brook. The joy of spring is shot through in it. I think you could change the “you are” in the last line to “you’re” and have the right number of syllables and meter. I know it’s American usage, but that’s what I’d do.

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Holly,

      Thanks for stopping by, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, have a great week ahead.

      PS: I’ll do that. Thanks πŸ™‚

  2. Gayle Walters Rose says:

    There’s something almost magical in the feel of spring coming forth and turning dark to light. Quite a beautiful decima, Sanaa!

  3. Shawna says:

    “Such strange attainment in your touch;
    Lo! whom could hate or bear a grudge,
    Come and shine for all you’re worth.”

    Beautiful, Sanaa.

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Bjorn,

      Thanks for stopping by, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, have a great week ahead.

      PS: Yes we do πŸ˜€

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Bekkie,

      Thanks for stopping by, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, have a great week ahead.

      PS: Happy Earth Day πŸ˜€

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Silver Gardenia,

      Thanks for stopping by, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, have a great week ahead.

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