Divine Things
My heart rejoices at the smallest of things
The dew leaving its kiss on a blushing rose
A gentle breeze as the crystal windchime rings
My heart rejoices at the smallest of things
Delightful cooing as the mourning dove sings
The quenching rain as a wheat field harvest grows
My heart rejoices at the smallest of things
The dew leaving its kiss on a blushing rose
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on September 8, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 1, APRIL 2019 - EIGHT LINE FORM sponsored by DEAR HEART - WIISHKOBI ODE
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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