Doth natures cries a passion, truth be told to few,
As winter frost lies gently frozen, on grounds the earth to choose.
It's heart but blessed, a top a Robin's crest,
And virtue rides on through.
Bring me dreams of white, where birds take flight,
Or simply pass me by.
Alas the faith of father son, a crown, or alibi.
Rise like a brook, settle there a cliff, and rain till moonlight tides brings down the morning mist. Again it's taste within my mind emracefully a kiss.
For freeze to thaw, as sunlight draws, a summer not to miss.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2024 05:49
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I wanted to see exactly where you were coming from RSM & having trawled back thus far, I am delighted to say that I have not yet been disappointed .. Neville
Thanks for your kind words
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