Fret Not Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Fret Not



The diamond:

Art thou
sad and lonely
dreaming of love only
glory of each night and day
recalling romance of April and May?
We will be joyful once more
for heaven is waiting
and magic lies
in store

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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