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Warm Me

Warm Me turn your face my sun warm me your name is my breath intake, life sharp and clear as glaciers just fallen snow one thousand years ago forever deep as infinity. your body true north toward which I shall always turn though we may be leagues apart as Orpheus, I will find you even in the farthest corner of death for our music is speech and saviour.

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Jannie Breedt

Date: 9/20/2017 1:52:00 PM

Oh man what a grievance what a loss. I feel it too Hugs Huggzzzz

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/20/2017 6:10:00 PM

Love is never lost just out of sight for a time. Jannie if you can feel you can acquire such a love.

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/19/2017 6:34:00 PM

It was a poem to my beloved expressing his place in my life and how I value our relationship. He was my true north. Not even death will separate us. He was my sun. Hope that is helpful I will find him again.

White Wolf
Date: 9/20/2017 1:13:00 AM

Meegwetch /|\

White Wolf

Date: 9/19/2017 5:31:00 PM

I read this one Yesterday, but could not find the words to comment, and thought perhaps with a clear head in the morning I would understand it better, but no. I do however enjoy poetry that has a mystique quality, which this does. Your body true north?

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/19/2017 11:03:00 PM

See above.

Old Man Emu

Date: 9/19/2017 3:26:00 PM

Ahh to be warm, I yearn for it. Nicely written Patricia, a finely tuned piece you have created. Regards, Craig