SHE comes through the meadow yonder,
Her face is turned to the west,
And I divine how her clear eyes shine
With the light of a lasting rest;
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The rhymes and the repetitions gives even more charm to this poem.
A perfect melody in a beautifully penned short and sweet poem narrating manifestation of natural splendor. Thanks for sharing.
Very nice poem. I like the internal rhyme in some of the lines. And I DIVINE how her clear eyes SHINE Her spirit WAITS at the western GATES
Lovely! Thanks for the share.