The Soul of a Unwritten Poem
The Soul of an Unwritten Poem
A tear slides slowly down a baby’s cheek
Wind in the trees and the grass
Deer in the meadow so quiet and meek
Sunlight through coloured glass
Sounds of water in a brook in the spring
Clouds making shapes in the sky
The sweetness of birds when they start to sing
What it must feel like to fly
The feeling you get watching moonlight on leaves
Or watching your children now grown
This my heart and mind truly believes
Is the soul of an unwritten poem.
Copyright © Richard Francis | Year Posted 2009
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