Rosalee
Harvest the wind
And glean it too
My mind has heard
It speak of you
Cull the rain
Now reap and sow
In never-ending time
You grow
Destined we
All this I know
Your season shines
In dazzling show
And you're the one
That's come to me
Your name is whispered
Shore to sea
You're the light
In front of me
Your name is softly
Rosalee
Copyright © Reid Galler | Year Posted 2012
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