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Mind like a lark

My body sinks deep
Into the
Soft white silks of slumber .
While my mind like a lark
lies awake within the dark .
my eyes torn and tattered
by the Beatific yet bleak color of blue .
Bellows out onto the
World.

“ for world turn the tides of time towards
the alluring seas of my yesteryear.
So I can flow Back to that
once familiar face.
who’s eyes once
swirled within
The sweet
serenades of
sapphire and hands.
So cold and calm
yet so caring
and warm.
I yearn for
those hands
to once again
be firmly grasped
upon mine. “

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There is such a strong pleading in your words. They brin tear to ones eyes. Just a beautiful write

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Thank you for reading

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holdin a hand in any situation is an emotional moment, in the best times and worst
and we all need a hand to hold don't we? this is truly beautiful. I think you have become a poet who knows his strengths now. you have a beautiful and if i may say romantic way of writing.

Thank you...Teddy

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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feel the tugs on the heartstrings. Nice job! One thing, is the word really [bellows] like roaring or shouting? Or did you mean billows as in: swell or surge? ~ Geez.
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Well for bellows I meant shouting or crying

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