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The Flight Of The Holy Family

Drawing longer are the shadows,
And the air is cold and still;
Joseph hies across the meadows
And the forest and the hill.

Leads a donkey by the tether;
Now a gentle zephyr streams –
Comes from angels’ wing and feather,
Wafting through the baby’s dreams.

And Maria is caressing
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Monday, November 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
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