Sublime - Poem by Belle Poe
Color me the colors of the rainbow.
Texture me of freshly fallen snow.
Dream with me of things that may tomorrow.
Keep me as the things of long ago.
Shape me with the grace of nature’s patience.
Temper me with kindness and forgiving.
Quench me only with the tears of love and joy.
That I may grow for as long as I am living.
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