Deep Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Deep



Deep in the night. Deep in the brush.
When the world is all quiet. When there,
isn't a rush. When the earth moves, with
barely a hush. An the stars stream down,
with sparkly dust. There his soul, finds
us. As we look to him, with trust.

Sunday, July 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: god,moments,serenity
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