Capturing Beauty

Cling to me with your gentle strength ~ your quiet light unsheathes my hidden qualities ~ the world outside dare not disturb this quest ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

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A flower’s nectar is her wine ~ her flaxen hair blankets a delicate form ~ she strums her harp amidst the moors ~ we hear exquisite music at the top of the morn ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

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High on a windy hill I heard you call my name ~ I ran to see your face or catch the twinkle in your eye-and there you were beside me all along, soft as clouds in the silent sky ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

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