Theres a whisper
Lost in moonlight
Upon the sands
Of distant shore
That saves wishes
In a locket
Pendant closed
A hidden door.
Which leads to calm
Upon a promise
Held in hands
To adorn
The fragrance
Of each moment
Often forgotten
Upon new dawn.
Silver leaves
Glisten sweetly
Natures surrender
To the morn
Past echo
Rides the breeze
Pendant closed
A hidden door.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: June 2nd, 2026 06:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
An excellent read my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
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