I will weave words into a magical,
mystical dream
where always skies are blue over
meadows green;
where life is sweet strawberries
and delicate cream,
and reality a fantasy, I deem.
I will spin yarns of happy endings
of nations and peoples
only love sending;
of mighty oaks yielding
and bending,
and hearts never rending.
Oh, a spinner of yarns, a weaver of
dreams am I;
for I fly upon a pegasus among
the stars high,
only glancing upon a world
about to die:
yet, feeling no need to cry.
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This... "Only Glancing" delivers dews of grace in chalice of love.
Thank You, Author-Poet Bonita Quesinberry, R.C. for all the gifts that You have allowed us to have throughout the year of 2003.
Happy Healthy Holidays.
May You enjoy a Memorable SEASON.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Great Poet
FOR AN EMPIRE UNDER THE SWORD OF JUSTICE.
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