The Fragrance of Peace
that spreads like wildfire
sparkling flames of truce
rekindling tolerance in the souls
of the hurting; blows just as once
then from a distance ...comes;
The Sight of love
The precipice to mine heart's content
An enchatment coming true
To whom, I choose to be an open protocol
pouring down like desert rain
draining away the solitude
and with it; the sound beckons...
The Sound of Hope
streaminmg in like a thousand galloping horses
carrying the infinite message
restoring flesh to them dying bones
and in the twinkle of an eye
Life renews itself!
It always does.
And were thereby arbsorbed with...
The Touch of Time
once more, like an encore
giving us the second chance
to redeem our fading song, with
a dance...
Then they wish to stay & sometimes we let them leave
I pray this time I get to keep
these charming,freely given Life rubies!
as they are hard to come by and so precious to loose!
-END-
(jazz..)
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