I stand quietly
In the shadow of the moon
I feel the power
As the shadow surrounds me
Washing over me
A soft breeze
Carries the scent
Of night blooming jasmine
And I hear them
The songs of the night
Melodies and lyrics from long ago
The memories return
As they always do
And I am once again
At peace
~The Tennessee Poet~
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The right memories can do wonders… great poem!
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Thank you Leigha. I like your comment 😊❤
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You’re welcome … glad you liked it!
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Very nice poem. 👌
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Thank you so much 🙂
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My pleasure Sir.
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Thank you!
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So beautiful
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Thank you Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome Walt
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Such a quiet poem. Sleep now, hun.
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