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GIVING SANCTUARY
 
In the stillness of the meadow,
Where the river holds the skies...
There is a patience blooming calm
Within the soul that cries.

This earth, the mighty alchemist,
So deems each day anew...
In never ending cycles of
Each season which she grew...

Distills with restoration every
Color, leaf and cloud...
Where Autumn's breath soft whispers you,
And thunder claps aloud.

These hills give sanctuary to
The wild, the beast and tame.
Remote from conquests of man's deeds...
Tranquility remains.
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The NO FRILLS challenge

By MissSharon

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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)


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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