Poem

I've heard the robin's voice on the night wind; I've sung lost words from the long gone; I've tasted the south in the conch shell's sound; I've smelled the rose in a place where no sun shone; in the desert I've known the fresh promise of newly laid sod; in sunlight seen my own footprints on soil that I've not trod. Now in these dear antitheses I find the links of a loveliness that will not end....

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK