Sunday, July 19, 2015

Excerpt 6 from "Seasons"

There’s magic in the season’s change and in the world at large
So many toss the heart a dream with entry free of charge
And on the border with the dream, like ocean to the coast
A deep expanse of hope and prayer will wash the soul foremost
But, even if the snow does fall upon the borderline
The tide will wash away the snow to clear this coast of mine
As open and serene as golden fields in summertime
'Tis where the heart is with a will and leaves the soul sublime


 © 2012 whickwithy

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