FREEDOM IS A DELICATE POWER
I wrote this poem four years ago. I hope that in 2016 I can still experience the last line of it. Forgive me for reposting. I am not a prolific poet. God bless and keep all of you. Delicate chains wave to and fro Blown by the breath of God Gently in the wind they move Clink, a note, a key, a string of tones Weaves into melodies; music to my heart Sunshine plays a color symphony In the little glass beads on each chain First chain is green, then yellow, on to orange Then red, and blue followed by... Sign in to see full entry.