Her

See past the glass
Over the oval ladel
Towards the perfect mass
Sitting at the table
Shining feathered wings
White bright skin
Falling auburn strings
A perfect time to mend
Pure clear thoughts
Smooth hushfull touch
Heavenly taught
Peaceful and such
Siliently watching
This gift God brings
She sees, feels, touches
And heals the soul in me



Poetry by AZ
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Written on 2005-07-16 at 10:31

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LurieJune
Comforting and sensuous! This is such a lovely write. I hope she knows how you feel!!!
2005-07-16


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
love, the calming of us all in this life at times.
2005-07-16