The Sweetness Of First Meeting (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
The Sweetness Of First Meeting (From, The River Sings On)
The sweetness of first meeting,
Like the breeze in the trees;
The freshness of summer greeting,
The soul of the being frees.
Like the rays of the evening sun,
With slumbering red and yellow;
The feelings of minutes now gone,
With the last of the twilight's glow.
You and I resounding seconds,
The feelings all deep inside;
The night in the green woodlands,
Each wonder our dreams now hide.
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