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growing on a windswept plain,
my bluest sky, my most sacred space.
The one whose name
I dare not speak
for fear that the angels might hear
and carry you away.
Though it will hurt
maybe more than I can bear,
I would rather stay silent,
not even whisper your name
to keep you safe in a place
where you will only ever be
a breath away.
Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-03-13 at 05:50
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Wildflower
You are my wildflowergrowing on a windswept plain,
my bluest sky, my most sacred space.
The one whose name
I dare not speak
for fear that the angels might hear
and carry you away.
Though it will hurt
maybe more than I can bear,
I would rather stay silent,
not even whisper your name
to keep you safe in a place
where you will only ever be
a breath away.
Poetry by Nathalia
Read 256 times
Written on 2023-03-13 at 05:50
Tags Love
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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