Woven Breaths

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we sit for hours with dawn’s traces rising and falling
how deftly lamps and whispers sustain twin hearts laughing
no need to ramble on long paraphrases ever fluttering
for if stretches of silence gather breath’s shared understanding
…it’s because we were best friends before time’s blessed awakening


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(( for ADELKE ADEITE's " Golden Gratitude"))
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
June 15, 2014 at 12:18 AM
soupmail, sweetie
Dietrich Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 7:45 PM
You wove a very beautiful picture of friendship with this one, nette. Just lovely.
Brown Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 10:50 AM
I am enjoying reading the many diverse poems written by the many wonderful poets writing and sharing here at PoetrySoup today. I am happy that yours was among the ones I had the pleasure to read Nette. The best to you in Adeleke's contest. Love, Carol
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March 3, 2011 at 10:13 AM
A wonderful poem on friendship and mutual understanding of each other. Good luck in the contest. God Bless Phyl
Devonshire Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 8:08 AM
Magnificent images of these two friends, Nette. I do believe we sometimes reincarnate in pairs (even families) so it is very likely this person was your best friend before "time's blessed awakening." Great entry for Adeleke's contest and I wish you success. Love, Carolyn
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March 3, 2011 at 6:21 AM
wow!'same words gather in breath's understanding!'stunning line here nette.Winning wishes! huggs!!-kashinath
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