finding peace
in the curve of a flower
the voice of a rhyme
the power of storms
and the silence of time,
lights in the eyes
of an innocent face,
the dance of a forest
and it's leafy embrace,
a touch of warmth
from the suns dying rays
find a measure of peace
in each passing day...
sharonlee
Always amazing to read you wherever my dear heart xoxo
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