This Hour

This Hour

A Poem by Winnie

An expression of a soulful song.
The sweet scent of a lovely flower.
All in the midst of love this hour.

The highest tower,
My love and the higher power.
All is sweet not at all sour.

Encouraging me I'll comfort grows.
Look into my eyes it shows.
The wind sweeps a breeze upon
the growing flower.

This Hour

© 2016 Winnie


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Added on April 25, 2016
Last Updated on April 25, 2016
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Winnie
Winnie

FL



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My name is Winnie I enjoy writing poetry. more..