Dearest Terry,
How great it is! I cann`t come to Uncha, but Uncha came to me!
Uncha
Tales told
The many moods
Of Uncha;
Morning calm ... so still ...
Not a ripple to be found,
Smooth as a sheet of glass;
That's Uncha.
Wild winds whipping up the lake,
Bouncing boats
Up
And
Down
Back and forth,
White capped waves washing o'er the shores;
That's Uncha.
Sunset reflections on the water,
Breath taking beauty;
That's Uncha.
~Terry Gorley~
I have already learned it by heart!
Thanks for dedicating me so beautiful poem!
Your encouraging and praising words means a lot to me. Your wisdom and love are so great teachers!
Also, I like another poem, Believe In Yourself, very much. Each man, without believability ... is a tiny and a weak branch at the strong wind. I lose it from time to time. But, I think it happens to each man, even though may be older than me.
Many blessings and thank yous are flowing your way, my dear friend!
Your friend,
Luka
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