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Thoughts
One night as I
gazed at the heavens
the moon rose
over my head
There, its bright
rays lengthened
And its bright light
over the waters spread.
 I sat there
thinking and dreaming;
Dreaming,
dear heart, of you.
I wondered
if you were lonely
And thinking of me too.
 A nightingale
flew past me
And perched on
a tree near by
It raised its tiny,
throbbing voice
to the cloudless
summer sky.
Its song was
tenderly sweet
Soft, kind,
loving and true;
It seemed to me
as if it sang
Of sunshine,
flowers and
you.
BY Ralph L. Clark ©
used with permission
You can read
more of Ralphs poetry
click here.
Thank you for visting me!
Joan
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