Soft hues of young dawn give mind a few nods,
And I hear a frail but full voice singing
A hymn in praise of glory that be God's;
Voice wafting thru the air, years unrolling
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And I must thank you for transporting me back to the childhood memories of my mother.
You see I generally do not read my old poems. And today I read this 2008 poem.
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Soft hues of love and life! ! Soft hues of nature; Wonders along the line! Clues of creation. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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And I must thank you for transporting me back to the childhood memories of my mother. You see I generally do not read my old poems. And today I read this 2008 poem.