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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required story blooming, on the edge of a thought struggling, incapable unqualified, mostly vulnerable to the midnight still stars in pieces of sapphire crisp and clean dancing across the skies remembering the love, alive a fire on the inside melancholic verses, visions epiphanies in sighs caressing the timeless notes prayers on holy rhythms blending with purple symphonies, revealing to the spirit sweet intimacy bold as the moon, who sees everything and still shines in spite of the darkness and its obscurity in spite of the deafness found beyond the wind singing through the trees limbs like grey fingers reaching beyond the meaning of darkness to the promise of a dream a heart, robbed of its heartfelt a heart, drowned by the rivers of silence feelings muted by the colored breath echo on the night feeding the spirit its eternal sight whispering to me of destinies, inviting me to hear the heartfelt who is still like a river’s brow beating against the banks where laughing words and deafened poems pour from her waters wet as dew and just as true she rises and reminds me there is truth in the winsome breath a loved song, stirred by the murmurs streams of real flowing from the hills, rushing to remember rustling like December Christmas dreams receding into the distant heat, where the sturdy feet of wind, singing free guides the night on through the weeks, eternity rising in the spirit eternity, with the One who speaks when everything we seek is still, a quiet leaf a silent stream a still, cool grief on and on, so weak clinging to my soul shy as a melody her truth a peace weeping on the edges of a week when she hurt like the dry, stale seeds who will never grow infertility – menopausal pieces of grief darkness seeping through to bite into the hues of memories turned blue, memories of me and you.
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