*People of depth have so much to share
They simply glide in mid-air.
Words and beauty like warm smiles peek,
When one is without a clue or in depths of a shallow creek.
It’s a tongue held firmly in place
When there is no grace
A loving stare with room to spare
A forgiving heart in times of need
A charity pulling on the heartstrings in we.
Stories yet unfold
Of people yet untold
A learning process proceeds
Like those who fly on Golden Wings.*
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
*People of depth have so much to share
They simply glide in mid-air.
Words and beauty like warm smiles peek,
When one is without a clue or in depths of a shallow creek.
It’s a tongue held firmly in place
When there is no grace
A loving stare with room to spare
A forgiving heart in times of need
A charity pulling on the heartstrings in we.
Stories yet unfold
Of people yet untold
A learning process proceeds
Like those who fly on Golden Wings.*
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