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Lisa Wilkinson Poem
Yellow fields, blue skies
Grasses growing before me
Refreshing and green
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Lisa Wilkinson Poem
Feeling the serenity that knows all its powers
Unwinding the mazes not knowing what devours
To sprinkle the liquid as each we do walk
Inside is the garden where we meet and talk
Silence is golden in the garden there is love
Up high in the clear skies
Does fly the white dove
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Lisa Wilkinson Poem
As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise
Silence is golden, movement is absent
Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness
The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely
Silence is golden, movement is absent
Dawn breaks, the skies come alive
The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely
Birds flutter freely twittering 'good morning'
Dawn breaks, the skies come alive
Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness
Birds flutter freely twittering 'good morning'
As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise
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Lisa Wilkinson Poem
The chorus rings softly
His desire his dance
Towering up high
Within magical trance
Silky members proceed to flow
Across the plane of darkened glow
Dimming lights, flashing blades
Ballet dancing masquerades
Mystery and laughter
Rings golden bells
Bursting thereafter
On which mentors dwells
Swirls and twirls from little girls
Shimmer costumes fancy pearls
Tip toe softly
Bouncing high
Pirouettes across the sky
Fly like a seagull
Glide like a swan
Close down the curtains
The opera has gone
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My little Angel my daughter
My little girl, who brought her?
You twinkle in daytime
And Sparkle at night
You give us your friendship
Your love and delight
You move further and further
Each day you stand strong
You thrive with your confidence
Ambition you long
You make us smile
With loving romance
And share with all others
Your passion for dance
One day you will become what desires you so much
Thank you little angel
For the motherly touch.
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