State of Grace
An infant’s smile,
Wind in my face,
In dancing leaves,
I feel your grace.
A meadow blossom,
The skies of blue,
Crisp, sunny mornings,
I think of you.
The ocean’s deep,
Mountain top view,
In people 'round me,
I search for you.
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2012
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