This HourA Poem by Winnie
An expression of a soulful song.
The sweet scent of a lovely flower. All in the midst of love this hour. The highest tower, My love and the higher power. All is sweet not at all sour. Encouraging me I'll comfort grows. Look into my eyes it shows. The wind sweeps a breeze upon the growing flower. This Hour
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