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Christina Bruno Poem
There is comfort
In your joy,
Your love flows with the sound
Of gentle water
And a thousand rustling leaves.
Your smile is the meadow
Where soft things grow,
Your arms move to hold the Earth,
They shelter all things good.
There is peace in all the spaces
That are you.
You are the heartbeat
That brings the sun.
Copyright © Christina Bruno | Year Posted 2022
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Christina Bruno Poem
I am lost.
Winter has brought the boats in
To wait at shore.
They are like ghosts.
I feel their emptiness
And you are not here.
The pale sky offers no warmth
To the lifeless, waning vessels.
They creak and moan
With winter's pain,
They are lost
And you are not here.
A cage of grief,
Like wood and salty steel
Holds me still.
There is no door.
I am like the boats on the water,
I am lost
And you are not here.
Copyright © Christina Bruno | Year Posted 2022
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