To Find the Words
When from the dark our time recedes,
Re-writing poems from the past;
Lift our pen till faith concedes,
A tender lyric that holds fast.
Put into words that all might hear,
A sonnet that rings true;
A rhyme that shines from love so clear;
It could only come from you.
Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016
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