The time of final journey, water, its tranquil song,
All at last relinquish, from earthly things grown fond.
Slowly, softly drifting, night wearing still and long,
Then port, a home inviting, rest, the brave and strong.
~ D.F.
The time of final journey, water, its tranquil song,
All at last relinquish, from earthly things grown fond.
Slowly, softly drifting, night wearing still and long,
Then port, a home inviting, rest, the brave and strong.
~ D.F.
Really like the flow of this poem. Nice. 😀
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Glad to hear! Thanks, Pavanneh 😀
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Thanks for liking my post Dan.
Your photos are matching your words.
I find them peaceful and kind. _/\_
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Many thanks, Jack, ‘m glad you find them so. Peace be with you always 🙂
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