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Soft Child

The amber barn      
Stands silhouette
Soft moonlight
Hanging low
Where misty sounds 
Of Summer's grace
Twine a sound of gold

I trek the paths      
Of freedom rein
in moonlight      
Color glow
And find the river  
a daring edge
To leap      

I drown   
Sweet passion 
Magenta blue
Where opal fire retrace
In burning memories
Of long ago
Soft child 
Of emerald grace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 5/6/2018 7:01:00 PM
A lovely read, Rick.
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Date: 5/6/2018 1:28:00 PM
Nicely penned, Rick. Captivating read!
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Date: 5/6/2018 1:20:00 PM
Such a lovely poem, Rick!! Had me totally absorbed in it for the moment..
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