Margot Lindsey Poems

Quite is the fire, quite is the dreams,
quite is the passions, the laughter and the tears,
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
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Freedom, oh precious freedom, we ask not why we hold it so dear
we just take it,
for freedom is like a sweet laughter within your soul.
It's like a soft gentle breeze on an autumn afternoon,
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Passing rainbows and rustling winds
bring back loving memories of all my yesterdays.
For rustling winds that pass so gentility
and autumn days that is soft and gentle.
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