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A Poet's Prayer

In love I keep coming back to this place in the hope I'll hear your voice, feel your presence settle the evening and draw closer in the scented air. Already spring has fired the furnaces of desire and life trembles. Flowers beckon bees and I too seem drawn to this holy place. And yet this throbbing world seems veneered on a core of silence, the most exquisite sounds arise out of a hollow. My words echo around its walls and go unanswered. I keep coming back still enamored with creation, lovesick, holding these humble prayers I pin to a closed door hoping it will open.

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Date: 10/17/2024 3:47:00 AM
The light of life. Waiting is prayer. Saved. J :)
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Date: 10/2/2024 12:11:00 AM
This absolutely blew me away, speechless. Fav.
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Paul Willason
Date: 10/4/2024 3:23:00 AM
Big thanks DD for the fav badge...this poem has some meaning for me. Take care my dear friend, Paul
Date: 10/1/2024 7:50:00 PM
...sittin' here, mouth wide open, lost in the wonder of this one Paul. Masterfully composed, (IMNSHO), A definite FAVE as i believe it must be revisited, recited, and resurrected again
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Paul Willason
Date: 10/4/2024 3:21:00 AM
Will wear your comments with pride my friend...thankyou for such a positive review. Made my day John...
Date: 10/1/2024 7:48:00 PM
Truly beautiful Paul! Debx
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Paul Willason
Date: 10/4/2024 3:19:00 AM
Many thanks Deb for giving the poem your time...honored. Take care and blessings...

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