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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
A hand unfolds my layers of dreams that make me fall In dust I have been born and in it I found my all My voice was turned to fury for years of silent pain Of being taken by pressure and wanting it again This hand reaches in with a depth I can see Of distant morning suns which reveal to me A tower of strength to what I may become More pressure than mercy for the things undone And like heavens waiting to turn to me again What manner of human has this creature ran So wake and find you your hands upon my face Given sweet lip kisses that awaken your grace. |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
elegant and very profound, the human contact of hands has always touched us. You lay it out in a very beautiful poem. |
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Jenn E Senior Member
since 2000-08-02
Posts 589Kelowna, BC, Canada |
Michael, Your words are always so deep and filled with emotion. Beautiful words from the warmest of hearts. You are destined for greater things MG so be prepared as your words will one day speak for themselves. Not just once, but again, and again, and again......For I have believed in you since your very first word and I will never stop believing. Unique you are to me, and so very special. Take Care As Always Jenn E |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Your imagery here is perfect Michael. Once again I can so easily visualise what you are conveying. Is there any doubt that you are a famous published poet!!! Well, at least you are to me......  Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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