Quiet Time Night is coming to an end. Noises of the traffic are all around. Sleepy birds waking are chirping. Adminst all, I hear the cooing of a dove. A soft, low sound in the early morn. Sleep is gone but peace I have within. This is the quiet time. by Anna Lee (Morrison) Beamer (1922 - 1993) © 1999 by Robert Michael Beamer |
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