Caressing Virgin Soil, With Soft Caring Hands
Caressing Virgin Soil, With Soft Caring Hands
In her garden, wearing old pants and her long tresses
caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands.
Generous to a fault, kind heaven blesses
she a gem of far away Asian lands.
Dawn's early rays would sparkle in her eyes
as she rose to smile at the rising sun.
In her thoughts up and away she flies
to have herself some harmless wishful fun.
Landing between heaven and joy on earth
she would pray sweetest happiness for all.
Later with piety pray aloud for all her worth
remain silent waiting for return call.
Angel wanting others joy above her own.
ONE MORN, FOREVER AWAY SHE HAD FLOWN.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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