Monday, 7 November 2011

Poem - Robin

The sweetness of thy voice
Doth dare the angel note
The laughter in thine eyes
Doth dim out all reproach

The softness of thy touch
Doth dare the dandelion
The essence of thy love
Doth spare the span of time

Thy heart is pure....
As purest gold
Beyond the twilight's realm
Thy spirit sings,
"At last I'm free!"
And leaves no beacon dim

Now can I say the words unheard...
The pen doth take it's leave
To convey the meaning's sweet reverb...
Of feelings not conceived
By Shelia Chapman

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