That Peaceful GiftA Poem by Tarry FranckThe trees sway To the rhythm Of the north wind And below them I lay, Leaves fall around To the arms Of Mother, The Earth The gentleness within her We have found A precious thing We all soon will share The silent sleep for eternity That Peaceful Gift She holds and bares.
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Added on January 25, 2013Last Updated on January 25, 2013 AuthorTarry FranckLA, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutOnce upon life...there was time more..Writing
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