The Sun Asked Of MeA Poem by A.A.Romanczuk
My soul heavily laden soared
In search of repose The Sun with His limber fingers Drew apart Night's veil And hastened to caress my pallid cheek "What makes you to weep so?" Asked He of me And I subjected myself with gratitude To His kiss, freely given Allowing it to touch my soul "Do not you see me shine for you?" Asked He With Patience eternal Strengthened, I clasped my hands In peaceful prayer And stayed the wretched Pain in Its path If only for a moment.. It was a moment worthwhile. © 2010 A.A.RomanczukFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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