Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Thursday, December 22, 2011
In Her Hands
In her opened hands, light Feathered carriers of hope Perch tentatively, as she sits In a verdant garden bright With color, where it's Possible, it's even right, For beauty and whimsy to coincide, Leaving a gentle happy sight, A magic moment, to abide...
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