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On The Cusp Of A Dream

I waiver on the cusp of a dream while through a keyhole I envision a glorious chorus of cherubic flowers perfect faces as innocent as creation. Pure, guileless faces of all colors and races earnestly plead with tears in their eyes "save us" they softly whisper in unison then fading to black, I hear their sad cries. With a gasp I awaken as the vision unveils for these flowers are sweet, unborn babes ruthlessly cut off from the cusp of life from hands of death they must be saved. Written on 1/26/2019

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Date: 1/30/2019 1:24:00 PM
Nice to see someone with the courage of her convictions, who understands that a woman's 'rights' end where and when the life of a fetus begins --- and since that can't be precisely determined --at conception. Nicely penned. Best wishes, Gershon
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Laura Leiser
Date: 1/30/2019 3:02:00 PM
I agree, Gershon. This is a huge issue with me...all life is precious in God’s sight!
Date: 1/28/2019 7:22:00 AM
Nice one Laura, so well penned with lovely rhyme.
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Laura Leiser
Date: 1/28/2019 10:02:00 AM
Thanks so much, Gordon!
Date: 1/26/2019 7:46:00 PM
A wonderful and will written poem my friend!
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Laura Leiser
Date: 1/26/2019 8:20:00 PM
Thank you, Bobby! :)
Date: 1/26/2019 4:22:00 PM
This is so poetic.. so many children suffer and need to be saved...
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Laura Leiser
Date: 1/26/2019 4:31:00 PM
Thank you, Silent, for commenting...yes, it is tragic to me.