Recovery Poem by Keith Franks
Recovery
A cracked window pane,
Slowly being cleaned by rain,
Dust leads each drop down,
Just past her befreckled Frown,
Chasing the White Horse.
Her time had come, to -
Build her old glasses anew,
See as each glance shows,
her fears die- and courage grows,
Catching the Lost Mare.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Courage
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4/29/2024 10:54:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem Recovery is a nice poem.