Small Poems # 16 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Small Poems # 16
CHRISTMAS
A cool chill fills my soul.
That of a quiet subtle peace.
Rains wander upon my shores.
Golden trim of dark shinny doors.
YOUR TIME
Silence rings its solemn tone.
Soft mellow drops of bliss.
Soft songs fill the air.
My only life, beyond any repair.
STOLEN BLISS
Working wonders of golden age.
Where is that place of no rest?
Eternal raptures fill my head.
Return now to a solid bed.
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4/25/2024 4:56:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This a really great read Joe....enjoyed it: 0)) ...10+...thank you...Fi