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Michele
Melody of most true love spoken while
intuition’s minds eye seeks anxiety’s ruin
come to say what was given before time’s
hellish pains did flow a river along love’s gated path
eternal knocking on dreams door to open
lying patiently waits in fated sleep of
evolving perfection’s whisper waits silently to bloom
- an inheritance of due promise
-Eileen P Carry
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