Reflections (a poem)

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Reflection time can be hard to find whispering to the mind’s confine “come and connect to what is pure and divine”

The cool air will kiss my face while the birds flying high give me a warm embrace

The green grass surrounds me the sky rests up high except for the billowy clouds floating by

The air that I breathe will fill my lungs the escape of it is like a song that’s sung

Oh peace come find me in this mind of mine…where busy bees swarm and hoard their sweet honey from dripping to my soul entwined 

By: Sharon Schwartz


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