Sunday, October 26, 2014


A sun has dawned 
Raining over fields of gold
Birds sing songs of old
Lilac sway to and froe 
Weeping willows all in rows 
The porch swing creaks and squeaks
As my smile grows
Time will heal my bones
My Soul will listen 
To gracious whispers of the wind
Let myself unwind
Let me rest
A new is at hand
Breathing sweet morning air
Clearing the rain of despair 
I am opening my eyes for the first time

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