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rose Member
since 2003-08-02
Posts 53 |
I met you and I cried, wait! Don’t go! Stay here to hold my hand— But you would not hold my hand— Hold my hand, because I am not who you think I am--- and I cannot hold my own hand. I do not have the strength you think I have— You have taken it all from me, Robbed me in the darkest hours of the night Stolen it and Locked it away— and I have been grateful To let go and fall—slowly— --unendingly— into the shadow of your love and let the purple midnight there consume me— and let the greening vines of love and laughter reach into the bottom of my heart, growing slowly, so that even I was not aware, to extract my thoughts, my feelings— Hold my hand! Still I am crying for you, and still I follow in your shadow, though you do not glance back to see me Trailing there. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Rose~ I found such a soft ache in this penning~ 'let the purple midnight there consume me—' This thought is priceless~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I feel a sense of faith here. Nice write. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Very, very nice A great write ~wranx |
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