Rhyme I Poem by Christopher Teale

Rhyme I



A leaf upon the wind
A pebble in the river
We walk to a forgotten end.

The blessing of beauty on her cheek
The flowers blooming on the fields
The birds among them speak.

The ghosts of trees wander
Between piled up shelves of books
Dry leaf instead of amber.

Rhyme I
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: meditation,thoughts
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Christopher Teale

Christopher Teale

Miami, Charity hospital
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