Sunday, September 20, 2009


The sun rises in the east
a new day is born
sheathes fall from newborn eyes
tresses of light stream across
illuminating what once was hidden
a word written clearly on my heart
only a glimpse is caught
before sudden sunset
and darkness falls.


Rick Muth said...

Debra, Through your poems, I am able to see the real you. I can see that you have a very beautiful soul. I would say God Bless you, I truly believe that he already has :)


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