The Hour Poem by JoAnn McGrath
The Hour
We should ask not in this hour
To linger here a little longer
A frail and fragile flower
Yesteryear is quieting stronger
From whence you came
You must now surrender
Our hollowed hearts
Will still remember
Once a passion flower
Full or mirrored mirth
For speaks now the hour
Tis time for your rebirth
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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5/13/2024 1:06:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is absolutely magnigicent..The words all flow together smoothly. You could call it HOURS....lovely jojo.............marci.xo