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Sep 13, 2009
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Little hands; cup filled
loving sunlight....your words
.
Cups you pass to thirsty lips
,
Knowing eyes have seen,
That special place of heart
Those dancing spirits of rain
Descend your hair
.
In the forced rage of chaos
And doubt
,
Peace a drift in gentle fingers
Into words,
less tiny then love.
Holding quiet hours of sleep
,
Kiss the closed eye of dawn:
Messenger to the joy of morning,
Your smiled sleepy children,
This mother of words,
Gives birth to love.
...................................................................................................o
loving sunlight....your words
.
Cups you pass to thirsty lips
,
Knowing eyes have seen,
That special place of heart
Those dancing spirits of rain
Descend your hair
.
In the forced rage of chaos
And doubt
,
Peace a drift in gentle fingers
Into words,
less tiny then love.
Holding quiet hours of sleep
,
Kiss the closed eye of dawn:
Messenger to the joy of morning,
Your smiled sleepy children,
This mother of words,
Gives birth to love.
...................................................................................................o
— Orphani, Sep 13, 2009
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Candlewitch
16 years 10 months ago
:) hello
hugo la rosa
16 years 10 months ago
Orphani...o
lyz
16 years 10 months ago
Dear Orphani
Orphani
16 years 10 months ago
be careful Liz or you’ll
Seren
16 years 10 months ago
Dear Barry , You know how I
Orphani
16 years 10 months ago
Dear Jayne, this poem is not
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
You should be so very proud of this delightful tribute & I know
lyz
16 years 6 months ago
Tell you dear one
Bonitaj
16 years 6 months ago
O!
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