the world moves slowly February 3, 2009February 3, 2009 Wildborn Sun the world moves slowly within me and without me heavy summer rain Share this:TumblrTwitterGoogleFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
This is a wonderful poem. I am thinking of the rain inside and out and feeling at once part of the world and invisible. Reply
This is a wonderful poem. I am thinking of the rain inside and out and feeling at once part of the world and invisible.
within and without. such a beautiful poem.
Such a well-captured moment of realization; the ennui of a rainy summer day…
..a beautiful poem..many thanks..
The world can be very depressing … especially if the rain doesn’t stop.
Nice little reflective read-