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When He's Not Here...
By Anaelle
In the light breeze I can hear his whispers,
His loving words calling out to me.
In the dark hours I can see his bright eyes,
My reflection of them revealing my true self.
In the dim evenings I can feel his presence,
His thoughts easing my wary mind.
In the spring showers I can feel his tears on my body,
The cool rain tingling my skin.
In the lonely mornings I can see his warm smile,
Brightening my day already.
In the summer heat I can taste his lips on mine,
His tender kisses melting my heart.
Now everyday I pray that this was true,
But I must wait for my happiness to come,
And know that one day,
I will say all this and know it's not a lie.
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On Wednesday, September 19, 2007, steuss
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wrote:
it is so possible to create these illusions, and then forgotten, they are found
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On Tuesday, July 20, 2004, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Very nice! I love the admission of the fantasy and the self-assurance you have that it will come true. I know I've been there... : ) Ciao, T/S
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On Wednesday, June 11, 2003, Rebel_Angel
(321) wrote:
wow..I like it!
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A former member wrote:
Your poems make me cry but because I can relate to them soo much. You are turly a great poet. You are able to let the reader understand and feel what you are doign which is very hard to do but you make it seem easy. Thank you for all the poems, you are
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On Tuesday, January 28, 2003, Angelic Darkness
(27) wrote:
Beautiful. . I could just cry right now. . ~*~Angi~*~
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