Solemn daylight pouring over everything, leaving
nothing unshone today.
Living in an atmosphere of delight and challenging
intellect, beautiful shores of an inner horizon are
giving pleasure.
Desires being fulfilled interiorly, taking a hand
and gifting me pleasurably throughout the hours,
even during nighttime dreams in solitude.
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The title of this poem drew me to it, and the poem itself fulfilled the title brilliantly. My favorite line is a memorable statement of a blessing all of us have and should acknowledge as you do so eloquently, namely - BEAUTIFUL SHORES OF AN INNER HORIZON ARE GIVING PLEASURE. I realize that not everyone sees life in these positive terms. For whatever reason they cannot wrap their minds around such abundance leading to such gratitude. You are writing the Poetry of Life in its purest form and I hope these others will tap into its currents of joy.