Thursday, September 15, 2016

Divinity Survived Comments

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She walked on withered leaves until the trees whispered her name
The sound of sweet nothings echo endlessly through the heavy-hearted haze
Sweeping her sideways into serenity she went through a whirlwind of self-induced pain
Now she walks through fields of flowers, still living
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Robert Burgan
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Carol Nichols 17 November 2016

Tiptoeing like an angel on ice Once the cold disappears she's free to dive back into her life This is amazing! ! Beautiful. Just beautiful. You are quickly becoming my favorite poet on this site!

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