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Redemption

She imagined he'd fine the walk unbearable- Along the pavement In the blistering heat Cursing the humidity, and the absence of/ any reassuring breeze Breaking for this place, Once remembered by Its playful streams Aligned with jasmine- And overgrown daffodils Trying to comprehend, His questions remained- Unanswered He hates it here The bright stillness- Without words The forward/ without motion Witnessing the only thing He ever loved- Suspended in this desert And yet... how beautiful It seemed To someone raised In a landscape Never short of rain Lifting his arms To her empty sky He prays for water

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/12/2016 3:57:00 PM
I think I said this on someone else's page, but I really respect those who do free verse. It's the one form that I gives me a hard time. Nice piece, and welcome to poetry soup :) -Dan
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Date: 3/12/2016 5:27:00 AM
- A lovely poem, Angie :) - I welcome you to Poetry Soup, hope you will find this page interesting and nice :) - hugs from Norway // Anne-Lise :)
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