One morning the sun
will in drenched golden
rays rise to a bright
sparkling calm the air
perfumed in clarity as
the winged things
softly ride the current
of serenity dipping only
to brush the cheeks of
upturned faces burnished
with hope fulfilled
peace for all at last
Oh how I wish this were true, Peace at last.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words... your poetry is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rj and Marinela, much appreciate your kind words....Your respective sites are bioth wonderfully done. I need to remodel this one at some point! Marinela enchanted by the notebook formatting. If you are not following this site let me invite you to do so. Again, I am honored my your visit and comments. Spread the word.....
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