Wilma J. Johnston Poems

White clouds floating in a sea of blue
The sweet scent of new mown hay
Drifts up from the valley below
Cowbells tinkle somewhere in the distance
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The organ played at midnight
The sweetest music heard
So softly, sadly, quietly
He heard each hidden word
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She came in the hush of twilight
Her long black robe draped loosely about her arms
The window was opened slightly
So she could pass through unnoticed
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