Chants float through hours,
carols sung in pure delight,
soloist always hidden by song,
a minstrel that dances with moonlight,
unwed nature sings to the heavens,
as solitary gifts bring silent rewards,
but such a blessing to glide
with life's perpetual opera,
and wear the years in acquaintance.
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2003
Beautiful and excellant verse Gail, but alas my opera is more like a SOAP opera! ;O) Ha ha ha
~Nikki~
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