Echoes – 7

Across the meadow, bright and green,
The sunlight makes its way:
The herald of a better time,
A perfect sort of day

The world can be so beautiful
That little else seems real;
And joy can leave a human heart
With little left
To feel

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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