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her mothers shoulder |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She touched her mothers shoulder Her tears falling under the beats of The roman candle in the back round. Her shirt was gently falling off her right shoulder Her hair softly twisting in-between her mothers index fingers She murmured the words of being cold As her shadow began to lose it's silhouette against the French doors leading to the kitchen corridors Her mother sang to her "on the soft edge of the world Where the sky use to turn Sat a small bird named Sophie Waiting to fly once her wings were fully grown..." She hummed Until her daughter drifted off Until her daughterÕs Tears were like the vineyards of their backyard Just ripe enough for each tear To reach the floor And become apart of her mothers lap. Softly she lay to sleep In her mothers care Under the wings of a gentle stare. [This message has been edited by Tomer (03-16-2011 12:28 PM).] |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
very touching and I am sure there is a story behind it.latearrival |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
That was very beautiful |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Late and Dream, happy you two enjoyed. Take care Cheers |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"Softly she lay to sleep In her mothers care Under the wings of a gentle stare" ...such a comforting write...nicely done |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Steve, thanks for the kind words. Hope you're finding comfort in your day to day life. Cheers |
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