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LOSSES RESTORED
 
I feel the earth move sun ward,
While triumphantly distressed.
A whisper on the tumult,
Seeds a mournful soul depressed.

A freehold of thanksgiving
From a wish that failed to act,
Belies the faithful servant
Whose own sorrow lies intact.

All losses are restored to one
Who silently succeeds,
But cautious be the simple folk
Whose only thought is greed.
~~

THE NO FRILLS CHALLENGE


By MissSharon

© 2018 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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