With thanks from a dear friend. . .


Empathy

All that I need from you
so far across the sea
what you already do
hold out your hand to me.

I take it with the peace
the gentle touch you share
that you will not release
your grip to my despair.

You are my saving brreath
because you understand
the pain of dreaded death
that takes upon demand.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 20:51

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This simple and beautiful text irradiates gentleness from every stanza. A friend's hand in time of need is e beautiful and rare thing!
2007-01-09

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