Some Broken Twigs by Clara M. Beede
page 18 of 24 (75%)
page 18 of 24 (75%)
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WAITING The waiting minutes Tick on but never ending To eternity. The years do not wait. So stealthily do they move, Like deep swift water. THAT HAPPY COMPANIONSHIP Remembering friends of the not long ago, Their laughter a gay bubbling song. The whispering of secrets, the rapture of show. The mounting of spirits lit the peak aglow And lifted the heart up along The forgetting of wrong in a moment of joy, Quite erased the hurt and the scar, With music of kindness and naught to annoy, And gold of the friendship refusing alloy. |
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