Poetry from the Writer of Light for Friday, July 11, 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG River like glass - slightest riffle breaks the calm; no movement, no sound, day born in silent bliss. We stand beneath night sky graying as fire tints the dawn, swimming in pools of serenity deeper than the silvered waters. But the pools too soon run dry, for we must go,... Sign in to see full entry.

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