The Quotes Garden *** Part II – Poetic lines in a verse *** *** Odes ***
“A lyre bird, missing her poet; – wild hearts, stir echoes: *** Where’s my beloved, into which sigh, shall I bless it?! *** Taming feathers gather strings, to a lyrical nature, *** - The wind enwraps emerald ferns, hiding a muse; *** There comes the bridal suite, in the kingdom of the moss, *** Where the rain drops wisdom, soothing broken lives, *** Where just few blades whisper, keeping lore who thrives, - *** But for such a blessing, love, to Whom should we thank?.. *** To our Lord in Heaven, praised be! – together we sang!.. – ” ***