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An Unfinished Poem ~ (Sonetto Rispetto)
There is never enough time in a day
to gaze at God's creations with a sigh,
to whisper all the things you long to say
before the time has come to say goodbye.
When life crumbles before you, and you pray
upon your knees, tears falling from your eyes,
cry to the Heavens to at last be whole
sowing seeds to blossom deep in your soul.
To help drown the pain in your weary mind,
pen to paper, in deep thought you immerse,
as, some sort of solace, you hope to find,
frolicking in words, with dreams you converse,
planting roses of the loveliest kind
pouring your heart out in poetic verse.
Lynda ~
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