Open Poetry #41 |
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A Plea |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
The hands lift into spirit to touch, to stroke, caress and manipulate a clearing of untenable intrusions within the human frame. Heart beats in empathy; take from it what you need for love to give to love the furtherance of life. It’s a plea, a cry, a need to see love can work a miracle and yet decreed there has to be a time to say goodbye. The system turns in clockwise time organised and to a plan and love must honour life’s design though tears flow down the cheeks at its far too soon banishment from lands here and afar. The hands lift into spirit and leave in prayer-like mode for me, for you, for lovers true who deserve a miracle! Helen / 23 August 2007 |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice emotive writings...James |
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