Prayers Soft, Dim and Whispered
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Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility,
Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me;
A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm,
An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity.
I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life,
A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit;
Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth,
And we the children of the world are free to find a path.
With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered.
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February 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered
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All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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