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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
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5472 Carrie’s Quest 14 June 2006 Her heart were eyes of kindness a spoken word, this night of sleep Tears upon a pillow, nature not hers to alter yet observation was her forte Such gentleness wrapped up in kind like a cotton tail expressed Could she know this love was her warmth like feathers dusted inside a duvet of amour Where mankind took from creation her soul addressed in ways torn Some call it evolution for her grace was more That cuteness, that solitude this land fermented with death For her there was always tomorrow while she did await those hedgerows to grow “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.” Psalms 91: 1-2, 4, 11 KJV © 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet) a poet who cares |
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