Her visage had reflection of his vibrant thoughts,
as he casually sauntered her mind,
making her smile,
like shades of dazzling hue
in some rusty aberrant evening sky.
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Such a beautiful, meaningful poem… and the picture sets the perfect scene. 😊
I like the image of sauntered through her mind. I read somewhere that saunter is related to the Middle English word ‘santer’, to muse, or be absorbed by a thought, which I think fits so neatly.
Good image
A beautiful company always fills our life with beautiful shades of dawn.
Thanks so much for your lovely read
Wow. Thanks for leaving behind such a beautiful comment.
True that. Thanks so much for your lovely comment