Harmonious
Unspoken words
silent and unheard
waiting for the poets vision
to paint each delicate word
On sunlit morning's glowing warmth
and hills of velvet gold
where subtle stroke of vibrant grace
capture each harmonic word
We stand in awe
as drum beats roll
and fill our weary souls
when at last a song of love
falls profound in sacred truth
On sunlit morning's glowing warmth
I climb the hill tops high
and dream in visions of purest white
above the azure sky
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012
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