Brushes Her Lip Poem by Isaac Barton

Brushes Her Lip

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When Man to the sun sings daily,
He keeps at bay Lady Sorrow,
Yet if perchance he brushes her lip;
The Sun - 'I rise anew on the morrow'.

Sunday, October 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lady,singing,sorrow
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