Edward J. O'Brien


Song - Poem by Edward J. O'Brien

She goes all so softly
   Like a shadow on the hill,
A faint wind at twilight
   That stirs, and is still.

She weaves her thoughts whitely,
   Like doves in the air,
Though a gray mound in Flanders
   Clouds all that was fair.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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