Wronged

There was starlight there

Where spring revealed in splendour her gifts

Fields of dreams slumbering to the oceans edge

The finch prologue the dawn they serenade before it breaks upon their backs

What has been gifted is bestowed upon all

Yet those who choose to see

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Wayne Anthony Ramsay

Spiritual Poetry, Healing Poetry, Writer, A Curious Fool…Jamaican…Indian…British, a child of the old empire…feeling too much, seeking salvation