Be There, Still
There was a slant of golden light--
Though the twilight turned to pink;
That for its beauty gave me pause,
As well the chance, to think.
And to ponder as the changing hues
Turned to amethyst, the hill--
Were it not for all I have to do,
I would likely be there, still.
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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