Blessed Night
When roaming,
The country side
I feel no urge
To blush and hide
When sweet daisies
Give a kiss
And spring is coming
On dove’s singing bliss
When lilies hide
There midnight wink
Where babies sigh
A gods peaceful drink
When nectar falls
From the skies
Where bees wait
To claim their prize
When roaming dreams
Like these are found
And my souls alight
Seeing this true sight
When flying free
To truly be
When you feel right
It’s a blessed night.
by Leona Underwood
1 comment:
Nice poem, lovely imagery; I love the photo with the crescent moon.
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