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hobo
hobo
May 18, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Kicking Stones

The long road

I have been on

Has taken me no where

I have spent my whole life

Kicking stones

Dazed from the days

I thought I was lost forever

Until I found you

A dove in the willow

The voice of a angel

In the quiet of the night

With the softness of a mouse

And the courage of a lion

You saw the crack in my armor

Reached through with your kindness

And healed me

— hobo, May 18, 2010

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Grassfield

16 years ago

Roads

I like the word play...the sense of love...the gift both lost and found...nicely done!
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shirley harrison

16 years ago

Licia i agree thanks for high lighting it

Dearest hobo just a little suggestion and you know i dont usual do this but for you hobo i'ma gonna! you reached through with your kindness you have taken away my blindness now i am so free i can finally see that you are the one you are the one that has healed me ! Just some ideas i love your work as it is and i am not a critic as i leave it to the pro's but licia has helped me on many occasion! Love you Hobo! No Hate mail please you lot! L:O:L shirley harrison
loved

loved

16 years ago

Amen

only AMEN was missing lovely poetry
SH

shirley harrison

16 years ago

AH Randy

This is perfect! so soft and so sweet. Much love shirley harrison
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raskin

16 years ago

Lovely, great expression of

Lovely, great expression of being helped through a rough spot. We never know how or who will touch our life and make a difference. Gratitude is a good place to be. Raskin
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dear Randy

Sigh Just beautiful what more can I say love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")