Forged in the Fires of a Beating Heart

in the fires where memory breathed first
where the will to being inside of me burst
through the warmth of being nestled in brilliant eyes
and the smile on which my heavy head lies
i rose again, from the leaves that were broken
...as she beckoned me forth in the silence she spoke in



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-02-15 at 21:46

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John Ashleigh
You have a way with the rhythm and structure of your poetry. It is unique in the fact that you can explain any emotion that some people might find hard to point out. I like this - I applaud you.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-15


ngaio Beck
A very special poem of love.
2011-03-11