Somehow, somewhere
Amidst life’s darker lines
Like the breath of a prayer
Is a moment defined
With golden fingers
The slightest brush
Its liquid warmth lingers
Neath its mellow touch
Like butterfly kisses
In my valley of woe
Its whisper caresses
The pain I hold close
And into my sigh
Blows a breeze I am needing
As I look to the sky
‘Tis then, I glimpse Eden
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Aug.17,2009
Janet Martin
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