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Rebecca Jones Poem
...the past is swallowed by fog
the future is thunder and lightning
the present is open clear sky
nothing but thought
that becomes
swallowed by fog...
Copyright © Rebecca Jones | Year Posted 2021
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Rebecca Jones Poem
Listen, My Love
I reach for you like a prayer
and find you, you're always there
a comfort for my weeping heart
a safe haven when I fall apart
You won't always have an answer
to my questions but we concur
that to ask is better than to assume
knowing anger with its thorns will bloom
all the hurt feelings and the belly ache
the wasted time, the love we forsake
our woven hearts like a fragile web
wait hopeful for our soothing regret
I hold you for a moment of radiant strength
then you whisper when I get too intense
let's be patient and with tenderness
we'll find a balance for our happiness
Copyright © Rebecca Jones | Year Posted 2021
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