When I come near the red peony flower
I tremble as water does near thunder,
As the well does when the plates of earth move,
Or the tree when fifty birds leave at once.The peony says that we have been given a gift,
And it is not the gift of this world.
Behind the leaves of the peony
There is a world still darker, that feeds many.—Robert Bly
Superb and beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! ❤
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You are always welcome dear Amira ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you so much Linda! ❤ 🙂
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