When Sunsets Rest on the Breast of HumanityA Poem by Patricia WedelPrayers fold their Wings and sigh silently... as Apricot and Golden shades become a Curtain that closes and becomes Embers of Deeds and Creeds... The Evening Star keeps Vigil as Eagles nest in Reverence for Mankind on Clouds of Destiny where Countries compose the Music of the Night that inspires the Rising of the Sun... © 2024 Patricia WedelFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on January 14, 2024 Last Updated on January 14, 2024 AuthorPatricia WedelKeystone, WVAboutLife is like a River that includes the sound of Warblers among the trees laden with happiness and tears... Wings take us to places we discover and people who write the Music we love to hear... quietly.. more..Writing
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