Quiet Gardens KeepA Poem by Tate MorganHer face is like the rising sun.Her face is like the rising sun who's light cast shadow on me In darkness far and silent where no one else could see A mind and wit full from dreams shines bright in summer's embrace Close beside some ancient column the wind leaves love's sweet trace Her lips do scream to love me in the small quiet gardens keep Kissing my cheek each evening before I lay my head to sleep
© 2020 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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