Wandering a path of serendipity,
in footsteps feeling the pulse,
of a summer rain.
Inspired by nature’s fresco,
in the east with its lantern,
as dawn awakes a wet brush.
A choreography among the trees,
unspooling the hush of memories,
wandering a path of serendipity.
Beautifully penned, Adagio. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.