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Post by althea on Aug 11, 2017 14:59:20 GMT
Pour your words over my head like balm
and soothe me with their peace and calm.
Spin your web with silken vows
to bind all my uncertain nows.
Let jewelled words spill from your lips like pledges
to smooth my jagged edges.
For my heart is weary and sore,
your words my salve for ever more.
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Post by althea on Sept 1, 2017 17:42:07 GMT
Thanks whereorwhen. I'm glad you like this poem. I think it's one of my best.
Unfortunately I double spaced ,then I double spaced again between the lines.(Oops).
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Post by marispiper on Sept 2, 2017 8:32:08 GMT
Salve is such a lovely word x
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 10:07:04 GMT
It is a lovely poem Althea , thoughtful and sensitive.
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Post by althea on Sept 5, 2017 13:40:03 GMT
It was written at a time when I was going through a difficult patch.
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