A Soft Harp Plays My Soul
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A soft harp plays my soul
Upon the dawn of scarlet light
I forge the paths of mahogany song
And flutter the boughs of emerald flight
I crawl the sacred river's edge
Of noble love and drowing fear
To place a daisy upon your heart
Where clouds release a single tear
I cry in songs of quilted grace
And search the endless hills divine
To tumble free through blades of grass
Where sunlit dreams at last align
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2018
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