In just a moment,
The cloud grows dark.
The trucks go back,
As the streets turn black.
And the players run fast,
As the rain drips fast,
And later falls fast.
The flood runs past,
As the sun blazes hot.
The streets turn dry,
As the streets come alive.
The players came back,
And the games pick fast.
And there was funfare,
As there was no fear.
Oh what a moment.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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