Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Risen (An Easter Poem) #542
Risen Rejoicing triumphs of the friend for whom the angels sing, a bright and golden glow ascends the azure blue of spring tiptoeing first on purple peaks with streams of luminance that catacombs of snow should melt into the seed of dance. Transforming mellow sounds of pause in daffodil domains, a princely breeze of fruitfulness sets free the grassy plains in longing warmth of nightingale and joyful sparrow songs that pass beyond the pearly gates to where the soul belongs. |
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Risen (An Easter Poem) #542
Risen (An Easter Poem) #542