Many tides Rolling into my heart Fingers like bows Take their aim Sharp as the sky On a cold winter's day I will give you All the sunrise Has to offer Blue skies Calling me again Lift the heaviness From your hands With a sweet smile Tell time It has no reason To worry We began With always written Across destiny
A robust poem touching inner thoughts , rhythm of joy, in our travel through out this life alone. Thoughts melts in distant landscape, while wind of music waves inside tender heart.Congrats and love Patricia-
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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well done Patricia...
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