THE CLUEA Poem by Miss SharonLiving to die....THE CLUE
Cool is the breeze at altitude, Clear is the sky at noon. Calm is the Spirits' refugee, Seeking her midnight moon. Peaceful the day with Mother Earth, Witness of sunsets past. Stealing the cares of those who mourn, Secrets of what will last. Undress the thoughts of sacrifice, Bidding the night's repose. Seek I the day of times ago, 'Ere bloomed the velvet rose. Day weaves a path to no man's land, Held between quilts of blue. Knowing that soon our paths will cross, History is our clue. ~~ © 2016 Miss SharonFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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