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A Hundred Poems - Xxxi

There within that meadow beneath that weeping willow came to me, my love -- upon golden wings and gossamer hair what separation held dissolved unto bliss my heart gently held within angelic mist there within that meadow beneath that weepy willow saw a rebirth of soul and fear fled, sorrow too and the willow cried "what soul once chained -- NOW FREE!" :: 04-03-2014 :: Rev: 09-24-2017 ::

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/4/2016 11:35:00 PM

Hi, it's me again. Glad to read this poem, freeing what's been trapped. never lost, just imprisoned. LINDA

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/4/2016 11:33:00 PM

Ernest, it is hard to reach out to everyone, However, once you start you will enjoy it. Thank you for the reply on my first comment to you. LOL< found on your first poem, not this one. Sending HUGS. ~LINDA~

Ernest Robles
Date: 1/6/2016 6:48:00 PM

I will, I will. In time. Thank you so much. Peace and love <3