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About This Poem
A Tribute to Wiliam Wordsworth
I am in great need of this poets word!
They spill softly, gently, from trembling lips
A sweet melody, like morning song-bird
Carried along on a shadows eclipse
To lighted windows that glisten with gold
They enter, then petals open and bloom
In the stillness of time, they warm the cold
Images fill my mind, fragrance my room!
The poets words reach the inner corners,
Of a once closed mind, as they so deserve
Bringing solace to past troubled waters!
Held forever to cherish and preserve
Amongst dreams of angels, I strive to keep
Your words held tightly, in the arms of sleep!
© 21/6/2012
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