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hobo
hobo
May 18, 2010 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months ago

Amen

only AMEN was missing lovely poetry
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shirley harrison

16 years 2 months ago

AH Randy

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

16 years 2 months 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 2 months 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")

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