Open Poetry #23 |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
On the bitterest of days when ravenous death would have its way an angel of diaphanous wings plucked strings upon a harp of gold comforting my grieving soul so that I would cease to cry and instead begin to sing. |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
A soulful write--so full of hope! "That time was like never, and like always. |
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furlong Member
since 2001-04-08
Posts 129 |
"comfrting my greeving sole" - this is one of ur best lins i yam lost for words |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Radrook, I truly hope that you "cease to cry, and begin to sing". Very good poem with lots of feeling. "Love makes the world go around" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Well done, and comforting. |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
Thanks for the feedback. Glad you enjoyed. God bless! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
very well done. M |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
How could an angel not love this! tehe This is very comforting...very spiritual...and beautifully written!!! EA |
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