Truce of trust
You sing my name with a distant voiceenchanted, under spells cast - it is her:
silent whispers in the rooms of my heart
My naked feet caressed by the moist soil
as clouds move swiftly across the heavens
A mindful northern wind, strong and knowing
declares a truce of trust, and calls me home
I can see you clearly now
Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2010-07-15 at 22:46
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