![]() CALL OF GRACEA Poem by e.c.
Call of grace, the evening Drapes.
Shadow dressed with precious Song. Soothing voice, night air Adorns. With golden fabric Worn. Statues stretch from frozen Pose. To touch enchanted Shroud. Listen trees, with every Leaf. And breathe in every Sound. © 2010 e.c. |
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Added on February 1, 2010 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 |