A rhyme can make the time
To paint a picture using words.
So what is it that we all don’t see?
Where do we need to be led in herds?
To the Golden Bowl above the clouds,
This is where we swarm in crowds.
Surrounded by such radiant light,
Retina burning can pierce the night.
There’s a stream from which we all can drink,
Jobs to do but still time to think
Ride on winged horses
Sing and be who
you really are,
Your choice is
By Joanne Blackwood 5/8/2010
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