Beauty Behold The Dreamer
I am made of all the memories
Of days gone by
Of joyous laughter
And a tear filled sigh
Cultivating
To reap a seed
To plant a great harvest
To birth come spring
To and fro the clock tics on
Painting each moment
In loving song
To fly entwined
A spirit of love
Forged and refined
To soar high above
I stand amazed
And trek the fields
Gathering each gift
A bountiful yield
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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