Small Poems # 16 - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
A cool chill fills my soul.
That of a quiet subtle peace.
Rains wander upon my shores.
Golden trim of dark shinny doors.
Silence rings its solemn tone.
Soft mellow drops of bliss.
Soft songs fill the air.
My only life, beyond any repair.
Working wonders of golden age.
Where is that place of no rest?
Eternal raptures fill my head.
Return now to a solid bed.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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