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Jan 03, 2010
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Sagrada
Dawn
blistering through a sunrise,
an infant's hand
wrapped around my finger,
knowing and agreeing
on shared truths, or a passionate cause;
these things generate awe
and cherishable natures.
Treasure
all things...magic,
to better understand our own mortality,
and appreciate the singularity of you.
blistering through a sunrise,
an infant's hand
wrapped around my finger,
knowing and agreeing
on shared truths, or a passionate cause;
these things generate awe
and cherishable natures.
Treasure
all things...magic,
to better understand our own mortality,
and appreciate the singularity of you.
— docmaverick, Jan 03, 2010
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Critiques
Lunegirl
16 years 5 months ago
Dawn blistering through a
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
Thank-you, Vicki....
Lunegirl
16 years 5 months ago
It really is a great poem,
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
You see, Madame....
loved
16 years 4 months ago
LOVELY WORK
Lonnie
16 years 5 months ago
Wow! Great and truthful words!
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks, Lonnie....
loved
16 years 4 months ago
LOVELY POEM
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Doc
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
Jayne, I've gotta thank you....
loved
16 years 4 months ago
LOVELY SUNDAY
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
These, too, are my favourite
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
Very "astute", Anna~
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
“Write
lyz
16 years 5 months ago
Beautiful words
docmaverick
16 years 5 months ago
Thank-you, Lyz....
loved
16 years 4 months ago
YOUVE READ ME BEFORE
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
Oh, mate.
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
oh, and what is Sagrada?
docmaverick
16 years 4 months ago
Sagrada means....
loved
16 years 4 months ago
YOU HAVE READ MINE BEFORE