Beautiful And Chained Poem by Sharron Stephenson
Beautiful And Chained
may the pillow that you lay your head on,
be a comfort as you sleep the night away,
when the day breaks,
the birds will sing that sweet song that is a,
beautiful sound,
the night time is quite,
the only sound that you can hear,
are the gentle whispers of the wind,
through the trees,
the heart that beats with love,
is playful and free,
the heart that beats with pain,
is blue and chained,
although the year poeple are saying,
how their life is not forfilled,
until that specail time,
when santa climbs down the chimney,
and when the clocks strikes twelve,
the first kiss of the, new year
OH this was a perfect smiling poem, it feels like everything you touch turn to be smiley happy...just jump over the joy, create some rainbow...fly your mind, may doves follow your way, just run through the desert may the tree green all your way..keep happy and spirit up..no gloomy but happy :) _Unwritten Soul
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4/18/2024 6:39:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the only sound that you can hear, are the gentle whispers of the wind, through the trees, the heart that beats with love, love and pain, joy and freedom against chains.. the first kiss........ very nice poem..loved it. tony love your simplicity dear poetess. tony