Golden hues cast their
spell over the setting sun.
Another day has passed.
Warmth leaves the soul as the
evening breeze swirls swiftly by.
Longing to dream just a bit longer
taking in the treasures of today
casually drifting into the awaited peace
that is coming, peace that will soothe
the body and soul for another day.
Visions of today clutter the mind
bringing pleasure to the lips.
Memories have developed from
today carefully being filed along
with others of days gone by.
The heart is full with the
life that is taken for granted.
Dare do we question the events
of the daily routine that is before us?
It is said, how dare we...
for our destiny has already been chosen.
- Rhoda Galgiani
It sounds like natural speech - It tells a story or paints a picture - It uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph
It must make sense to the reader…rg