In the East

A Poem By Libby // 5/14/2018

In the east, gold sunbeams rise;
In the west, they fade away.
Hues of magic roam the skies
At break of morn, at death of day.

For such it is in life so full
Of thorns and roses, each in turn
Brings beauty to a hungry soul
If one has eyes to seek and learn.

Comments

Very pretty, I like your

Very pretty, I like your description 'at break of morn, at death of day'. Beautiful.

Jill Levine Tyler | Mon, 05/21/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

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