A Share From Me To You
In the chilling waning Fall-waxing-Winter
evening,
I cautiously step out into graveyard-like
silence—
The earlier day and coming night seems
deceiving:-
A lone soaring avian appears to own the sky’s
parlance.
Would if you would, come and walk with me
as I pray you can feel and imagine what I see:
Penning these imaging words of a blessing sent
from the above—
As I calmly continue to walk in this chilling evening
of peace and love.
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