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He offered a cold glass of water
deep from the soul of the earth
her eyes unable to meet Him
refused His love to keep
she knew not who she was
nobody, nobody, nobody she chirped
but His wings were spread
crowning her heart
a windy peace swept through her.
her story is yet untold
but the sun and moon and stars keep watch

Poetry

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  1. “her story is yet untold
    but the sun and moon and stars keep watch”

    ~Oh wow! This is beyond beautiful! I was just talking with my friend about life’s intricacies when I read this. <3 I love every word. Wonderfully done! πŸ™‚

  2. have u ever had a poem just write itself, like being the stenographer as the words are heard…weird sensation. And then when u try to sleep and a word keeps repeating itself until you say “damn, be quiet! im up and writing!” ok that makes me sound really strange. Hahaha , but seriously, its like 5 minutes later and wham, a poem, like those towels u put in water. and soon your posting and you r like, maybe i shouldnt post that. πŸ˜‚

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