Seven Lines
I have Just SEVEN lines to say what I need to say
as SIX comes quickly falling with Autumn leaves
FIVE does follow as white clouds tumble free
as FOUR falls gently I finally find the grace I need
to confess the THREE words that lay heavy upon my sleeve
to find a place where TWO souls drift in song and solemn praise
as ONE in dulcet murmurs, to say the words "I love Thee"
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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