Best Poems From
LINDA HARNETT
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Somewhere
Oh, to be lying,
On a beach,
Somewhere,
With sand in my toes,
And the wind,
In my hair.
And only the sound,
Of the seagulls,
On high,
On a beach,
Somewhere,
Under sunny blue sky.
The gentle caress,
Of the waves,
On the shore,
And you close,
Beside me,
Could I ask for more?
A soft sandy beach,
That goes on,
Forever,
You, me,
And a beach,
So happy together.
Linda Harnett
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Hush Now, Child
Hush now child,
No need to say goodbye,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby,
Be still now child,
You have no pain, no fear,
The time has come to pass,
This is your year,
Be calmed dear child,
For I stand by your side,
Dont turn away now child,
We cannot hide,
Hold on now child,
Remember me with love,
And shine your light on me,
From up above,
And hush, now child,
Just spread your wings and fly,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby.
Linda Harnett
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Rekindle
Why dont we meet up in Paris?
Rekindle romance once again,
Lets stand side by side,
In the moonlight,
Sail away on a boat on the Seine,
They say its romantic in Paris,
I wonder if thats really true,
Is it something to do with the weather?
Or something,
To do with the view?
Why dont we meet up in Paris?
Take a train, a boat or a plane,
Make our way to the streets,
Of Montmartre,
Rekindle the flame once again.
Linda Harnett
Read more: paris poems, romantic poems, romance poems, weather poems
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A Warm And Tender Glow
I still can feel the warm sun on my skin,
A gentle breeze to calm my fevered brow,
It somehow fails to cool the warmth within,
That feeling still remains with me, and how,
And barefoot, walking on fine silver sand,
Feet slowing sinking covering my toes,
My cares all left behind, I understand,
Im just someone that no one really knows,
A part of me set free on lonely beach,
The part that rides white horses on the shore,
Im happy just to know Im out of reach,
And for a time I couldnt ask for more,
I sat a while and watched the sun sink low,
It bathed me in a warm and tender glow.
Linda Harnett
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