One Stands Tall

Across time's barrier
With a whisper on toes
A message, sad on the ears
Could it be...

A shape is forming across a fence
With the slightest breezz it unfolds.

Drawing arms around the shape,
Feels like a friend, comfortable in a moment.
Why are you sad, rejoice-
I am here...

A bond of a million years
Is felt in the great hug.

Time has been breeched by
unconditional love

Denise A White

                                         One stands tall on the landscape waiting....
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