Nature’s seasons are flamboyant: Winter’s white stillness And Spring’s cherry blossom, Summer’s tranquillity, And Autumn’s golden shade. Spiritual seasons are divinely appointed: The cold silence
The Lord is so silent It is a deafening stillness… In the quietness of the night I hear His silent voice, whispering “I’m afraid of
Zara Zara the Zebra I have an unusual coat Whites stripes on a silk black undercoat Or black streaks on a white satin prime coat
Copyright is a funny thing, you know… It’s open to any interpretation. These poems inspired of God, And used in an appropriately manner, Are food
My first poem written when I was 12. Said the flower To the caterpillar ‘How ugly you are!’ When I’m a butterfly Said the caterpillar
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