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Erin Fuller Poem
Mystery madness---
Seeps into the crack of the glazed windowpane to arise and take over the plain
white room.
The dust settles and a vision (not so shaky anymore)
Arises toward my aching eyes.
Copyright © Erin Fuller | Year Posted 2011
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Erin Fuller Poem
Silent Sorrow-
Bent in the Morrow-
With wiggling toes and fingers…
Learned in youth-
The best is the truth-
And whispering fears don’t linger.
Can’t ignore what I’ve felt,
Can’t deny the heart-melt,
These are thoughts I can not say-
Pen to paper is my easiest way.
For now, in silence, I will stand-
To wait with patience for your hand.
Copyright © Erin Fuller | Year Posted 2011
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