Deep Thoughts: Poem
Golden days,
And one silver night
On the forest path
Cares rustling leaves
And birdcall echoes.
Can you hear some geckoes,
In the forest of frescoes?
These days
Are like fairytales.
Happy trails
Of one silver night
Opened more than one sight.
Surely, universe
May converse
Golden age
And just one silver night
That makes life on Earth
Bright and light
To transverse
The forest path to immerse
In my deep thoughts.
Tomshinsky@2025
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