Brelease Me Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Brelease Me



Only He knows of the cup I have spilt
In these times my flowers dry, and they wilt
Gazing at a full moon, weaving in wide arms of a summer stream
Might I lay in this sage grass, and only to dream
Of days that were better, of times I was in peace
Would you come now into my life, and give me release.

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