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By Silver Spectre
I awaken at sea with a gift in my heart
As her sweetest whisper lingers
softly off the waves
Softly off the part of me that that wishes
her to stay
Was she a dream, the kind that come and go?
Or
was she an angel with a blessing to bestow
Onto the shore, onto
the smooth sand at my feet
Her whisper still lingers with the tone
of a hushed bell
I can still feel the warmth of her breath upon
my ear
The thunder of her wings as she left me standing here
She said "hold this gift close and never forget"
In what seems to
have been a timeless conversation
I remember only one word that
followed
"Forgiveness"
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Copyright 2003 Michael Wayne Tabor
Published on Wednesday, October 8, 2003.
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On Monday, October 13, 2003, A Velvet Tongue
(434) wrote:
the one word that is so hard to comprehend...and even harder to live...nice write here silver..
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On Thursday, October 9, 2003, Drea
(1388) wrote:
wonderful like always. when it comes to your work i just smile take it all in.. and love it ~Drea~
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On Thursday, October 9, 2003, The Fallen Angel
(234) wrote:
dark-love poetry...quite a cross+Fallen One+
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A former member wrote:
You have class and a style that should get more recognition. Props, brah.
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On Wednesday, October 8, 2003, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
your prose is practiced and articulate......well done my friend
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A former member wrote:
thats was beautiful, but then again your poetry never lacks beauty. good job
-samone