Seventh Day Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Seventh Day
Campaign of the hidden flowers
Rain charms the sassy bluebells
Deer cross the mountains path
Mossy rocks
Hawks like sky wolves
Deep into my well I fall
Peace is a sword of seasons
Shall I return to heaven?
Or is Hamlet my mentor
Robins will fly soon
Winter comes like an owl
Doors shut in the bristling sun
My creator owns me
Never take your hand off the plow
Seventh day rings so softly
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