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A fog lit morning
Dew night
Soft tones
Skin clothed
Smothered together
Like a sandwich
But warmer
Gentler
Kinder
He takes his time
Soothes her
Comforts her
Untangles her
Into him
Waves crashing into
A fog lit morning
Dew night
Soft tones
Skin clothed
Smothered together
Like a sandwich
But warmer
Gentler
Kinder
He takes his time
Soothes her
Comforts her
Untangles her
Into him
Waves crashing into
A fog lit morning
Then she drops the axe on
Then she drops the axe on him,
Running fearful in her mind,
She runs to gain comfort from another,
"unlocks the Hatch",
And climbs in,
And both their fears sell their souls,
To the rage of the wind.
And I love the poem too! Sorry! Have to write sometines when the thoughts are there or I can often forget!!
....
Years later, she sees him,
She tries to buy it back,
But an angel who walks with Jesus,
His protector, has his back.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Haha thank-you! Well done.
Haha thank-you! Well done.