Monday, December 3, 2012

In Rest Comments

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Lay your head upon these feathered clouds, and rest,
Spread your silken tresses on this virgin wilderness,
Then I will beg sweet dreams to come, and be your company.

When darkness drifts across your eyes to steal their perfect light,
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Owain Glyn
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Hazel Durham 09 December 2012

So beautiful with great purity, acceptance, dignity and love on the loss of a child. Outstanding write! !

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Valerie Dohren 05 December 2012

This is beautiful Owain, so very sad and poignant.

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