A rivulet of moonlight leaked
through the window catching a cheekbone
a silver stone danced by the stream, glancing
off the buttons of your blouse making each a pebble
to be caught in the hand. Then, the sands parted before
stone slipped away to fall in silken magic across the bed.
My fingers, quicksilver sliding from the bud of lips
rise of chin, down the sluice way of the neck, I rode
the white water foam of moon light between the rising
swell across the flutter of belly -- the rich flesh of promise
the rising flash of rapids danced in Erato’s music
as Selene played with our senses, until laughter poured
through the white waters and our hands clutched each
others belts for safety as we leaned back. Spinning around
our moonlight spot, dancing, dancing till we stood still
the universe smeared around us. Glowing with the pale
moon’s fires, we tumbled to the ground, a puddle --
otter madness on a slippery bank. Tugging at our roots.
The bark of levi’s shredded in joy as we gleefully gamboled
over flesh twined with a magical moon of plaited delights.
The cave of shadows drew us together as gyrations and celebrations
cascaded across covers and we breathed flesh and bone filled
hot madness scattered ‘round passion’s feathered flight.
Your finger silenced my lips. Your eyes, moon full of light,
brought kisses that rained upon my shores till I was drenched
muddy and molded to your form. The wild weave of you
threaded around in silver twine caught the last splash of moon light
cast open the hollow darkness of the vanishing stream along
your legs. My hands divined the mystery of energy from toe to thigh
listened to the wind suddenly cry from the tree tops. The elastic
stretched out into the moment and veil fell from the shrine. We
knew, we were leaving foot prints in granite.
Volcanoes rise out of the crash and grind of continental plates
give curve and fold to earth as mountains climb towards stars.
We watched each others hands -- moths attracted to the light --
swirl on the new earth. Revelations of promise, born again
in the caverns of each chambered heart, rubies caught growing.
Tender, we are the ancient young, full of the knowledge.
Our past shed, we kissed the whorls of our identities, traced
the masks of our faces, felt the waters that rose out of us.
We let our breath blow the embers of moon light
into fires. We forged tomorrows that eternity could not erode.
The moon set during the burning.
No night was ever again the same.
8:22 PM
1/11/08
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
~Passion choked the flower, till she cries no more~
Silence performed by: the band Delerium ft. Sarah McLachlan
In a list
A contest entry
- Quote by Myjoy.
1750 points, ended January 21, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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Absorbs all of your attention!
This poem is absolutely stunning! Your words were weaved into such an incredible flow, very very impressive. The content of the poem was not lacking anything. It was beautiful, it was descriptive by "Showing, not telling", it was absolutely riveting! (to say the least!!) However, I am not surprised at such talent because you are a very strong poet throughout your collection of poetry. Wonderful, well done job!
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Thanks for the compliment. I am like any artist constantly aware of how it is just not quite as perfect as i want. It is good to be reminded that I might be getting somewhere. I just hope that I can continue to create pieces that move and touch.
Peace and Light,
Tom B.
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Wow!
Loved it, it felt really raw and was very emotive. Such a beautiful flow, imagery, im a real critic and pretty hard to please but i wouldnt change anything -
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Thanks for sharing your pleasure as readily and easily as you would your complaint. Come by again and see if I provide an equally good meal to your discriminating palate.
Love, Tom B.
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This was a very good, well-written poem. Great job. i love it. keep up the wonderful work.
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This is an exploration, like many of my poems. By taking the time to sit quietly and let the feelings and thoughts resonate and rise up through flesh and vision, I arrive at the door way to the poem. Then it is only searching for the words to share what I know in a way to make it live in the hearts and flesh of others.
Thanks, Tom B.
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this really brings each sensory organ alert...you have written a beauty here tom, and if i do hear you doing a reading out loud i think it will bring this poem to even greater heights.
excellent excellent poetry
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I got a vidieo recording of it, just got to get off my fat butt and post it.
Glad you find the vision delectable. I am fortunate to be able to share these visions with you. Take care.
Love, Tom B.
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absolutely stunning vision! you write the very sense of touch. amazin
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Very strong compliment, I am the one who is touched.
Love, Tom B.
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No words ...
My dearest, TomB---you know that you & I have always talked life, love, pursuit of happiness....the life philosopher....you have soared way beyond great planes with this sensual piece, from the physical description of the art and love of seduction to each fluid like expression of the heart, soul...how you have meshed delicacy with raw intensity of passion and hearts desire has made this piece true art...Absolutely breathtaking, a masterpiece, uncomparable...words at a loss right now...I just keep reading and re-reading and breathing it in, locking it away in my soul, to revisit over and over and let your words, the tone, wash over me and caress my essence.....Exemplary Mister! This just takes my breath away.....I can hear the tone of your voice....the expressions from deep in the heart as your soul sweetly sings this to the masses....Get published....autograph me a copy! All my love to you my dearest friend.....Julie
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I can only laugh at this reply and nonchalantly say, "Watch out for the next one"
I am, of course, covering for my discomfort with the praise. Yes, I am a philospher, visionary, sage about the human condition and most of all the path of love. Then, you express, an ecstatic response to the layers of vision that I have folded and tucked into the words. Your joy and melding with what you have discovered and still have to see is incredibly tender and vulnerable and makes me feel blessed.
Publish? Yes, I am looking at what I have to do to get a poem published here and there. Entering a book into a contest or two and in the end hopefully there will be a book that I can say so and so published and you can buy, or give me your address 'cause for all your support and love you do deserve the gift of a copy.
Love, Tom B.
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There was a part of this poem that hit me... watched each others hands. The hands are most sensual. They hold our fantasies... they hold our dreams... they are our source of touch. They will tell our story... without need for words. this is a great piece my dear love... a great piece of poetry here!! Thanks for sharing it with me
Love you,
Mel
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This was going to be just a piece up undressing someone and it caught fire and I had to let it burn
The way that hands speak, beyond what language can share has always fascinated me.
Love, Tom B.
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This is such a moving, and very deep piece. I had heard many good things about your work, and now that I read it myself, I wholeheartedly agree! Bravo!!!
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Should my ears be burning If others comments have led you here, then I am a fortunate man to have such nice things said about him. Your compliment of my piece is a gift. I look at my creations as expressions of my joy of being alive, even when they are the darkest. I find that joy is multiplied as it is shared. Thank you for sharing back what you have found in mine.
Love, Tom B.
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Teacher , WOW!
This is one of the best i have ever read of yours.
It so beautiful filled with loves laughter and sensuality beauty!
I am in so much Awe as usual.
Amazing!!!!
Love
~Lisa~
(teachers pet)
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You had changed your name, one more time than I had kept up with. Now you are back on my favorites. Thanks for sharing how much this touches you. That touches me the most.
Love, Tom B.
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I wish my words of comment could grasp such beauty. If actions can speak better than words, I most definitely want to see that act!
Being a minimalist at heart, I needed to take a couple days to digest this masterpiece. Your spun delight and savored intimacy weaves throughout. Each stanza, a deeper breath taken.
This intimacy type of style is something I'd love to attempt, but may be too self-conscious to try, yet. I am working on that wall ... heh
But,
Each breath I take, you take a bit more ... truly fabulous.
~Steve
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First: Thank you -- The whole review is a wonderful compliment.
Second: I let the message and the need of expression choose the style. I write the occasional haiku and minimalist piece in an effort to capture the essence fittingly. This dance needs a larger room, I feel. It requires the honesty of expression and a eye that is willing to look unflinchingly at everything. If there is shame, lust, envy it must be exposed. This is about catching the purest expression of passion and coming together as possible. Where each and every part of God's gift is celebrated.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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beautiful... sensual... luscious. such a moving piece and a very lucky woman
hugs,
georgie,
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It is not luck so much as being. We are both the creators of reflection and the mirrors that bare reflections.
Love, Tom B.
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There's so much passion in your words that create a very beautiful act.
Its simply amazing!
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to often, the participants are caught up in their neediness and are locked behind walls that prevent them from having the experience of their hearts desire. I want to show what is possible. Revelation as salvation
Love, Tom B.
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Such amazing and beautiful imagery...
Your words move with such grace ...
I adore this write...
Bravo...
Very nice pen Sir Tomis...
Peace and many blessings
~A~
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Oh, Sweet Melissa, you touch me gently with a breath of light.
Thanks for hearing the way the dance is sung.
Love, Tom B.
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A most image filled and emotional write sir, and your diction is also top notch; a most enviable write.
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Interesting comment. My diction is caught in exposition. I express my love in a vibrant and energetic fashion. One that I hope takes the reader into the eddy of their emotions and has them want to read the words aloud. Thus, they can savor every morsel
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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WOw just wonderful, I really don't know what to say. Good luck and thank you for the entry.
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thanks for the bronze trophy, but most of all thanks for the inspiration. I know I went a way that most would not expect given the quote, but I wanted to catch the feeling I had from the sense of giving till there was only the constant watershed of joy. Silence is a gift when we can see the freedom it brings.
Love, Tom B.
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Great work, poet.
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Those are huge words in short space. May I prove that I can fill them. Thanks for believing I have.
Love, Tom B.
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bravo
A very fluid style here...I think I would call this a prose poem rather then "poetry"... but no question that it is a lovely piece of writing... bravo... bravo.. bravo... -
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Perhaps it is but then again such fine lines are determined by critics far greater than I . Thanks for enjoying it and sharing your pleasure with me.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
Holding my breath, eyes closed, dancing upon the moon's rays in a lovers trance...following softly every ray as it to rushes to caress the soul...you are truly amazing! The moon set during the burning. no night will ever be the same...Can I have my breath back now...Winner for sure My Master Poet
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Ah, the breath. What lover does not at times breathe for the other? Are we not spirits caught in a dance that winds around the light taking us to places where we are molded and smoothed into otters of delight? Thanks for delighting in my moment of transcendent passion.
Love, Tom B.
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Tender, we are the ancient young, full of the knowledge
i gasp and remember such carved lifetimes ago at this, so long as perfections were gathered at the oasis, and kept for the journey that is, so refreshed, i bow in thanks
W english breakfast tea
-jas
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life changing events are far and few between, thank God
But the ones that matter we never forget. Thanks.
Peace & Light
Tom B.
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this has so many beautiful metaphors in sensuality and comparison to the freedom and playfulness of nature's creatures and nature itself.....that the poem reads as if a moment of ecstasy in time----------lovers did become a part of the Universe [such as I think we are and do anyway] It is therein that we find our deepest and rawest feelings and emotions. There is absolutely nothing offending as you may have thought. I do not think you could offend if you tried......you only pull the reader into the circle of that of which you write.
I do hope it was filmed up to standards...if so please send info,
much love
xoxoxoxoxo
reenie
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You say the sweetest things. I just wanted to write a poem about undressing someone and it go a little out of hand
Of course I wanted to make it about totally being with someone, but that is only because I can't imagine wanting less.
Take care my friend.
Love, Tom B.
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What a lovely, romantic, sensual piece. You took us on a journey of love, allowing us to bask in it's glow from afar...oh to feel this, to experience this...one would be truely blessed. Thank you for sharing such a fantastic piece.
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Thank you for taking the journey with me. The more we allow ourselves to recognize the human is just a machine for operating in this universe and the being is who we truly are, the more we wake up and surrender our discussion of what just happened to live in the moment of what is happening, the more we are alive, vibrant and available for all the magic we thought impossible.
You are welcome.
Love, Tom B.
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First otter madness on a slippery bank is awesome.I thought it was cool because "we tumbled to the ground, a puddle" sounds like "utter" madness. ha i don't know if you meant to do this or not.
the whole thing in general is an amazing piece.
Great work!
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I hadn't thought about that, but you are correct. I was caught up in the playfulness of otters and the way they are part of the universe, sensual and delightfully free. Thanks for sharing the joy you found in my words.
Love, Tom B.
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Love has a way of making us see things we have never witnessed before, seems the grass is greener and the sky is bluer and the senses are more sensitive. This is a poem that needs to be read more than once just for the pleasure of it. To become one with the earth is how it feels. A wonderful quill you must possess.
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When we are grounded, when we are not an arguement with the universe, love becomes an invitation to allow joy to be the river we fish in. Our minds stilled, we see the world in all of it glory.
Thank you for savoring this poem deeply. I could ask for no greater compliment than that.
Love, Tom B.
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Breathtakingly Beautiful!, written with metaphor and passion beyond words. "Your finger silenced my lips. Your eyes, moon full of light, brought kisses that rained upon my shores till I was drenched muddy and molded to your form. The wild weave of you threaded around in silver twine caught the last splash of moon light cast open the hollow darkness of the vanishing stream along your legs, My hands divined the mystery of energy from toe to thigh listened to the wind suddenly cry from the tree tops. The elastic stretched out into the moment and veil fell from the shrine. We knew, we were leaving foot prints in granite"
I've been there, my foot prints are embedded in granite
and it's the greatest feeling in the world to find that special bond between two people, yet I could never have written it with the passion of this piece. Now, my comments made, I have a question?
Will you marry me?...that is, after I divorce of course
Wonderful Write,
Worthy of Gold,
Applaud and much more
Sincerely,
Sassy
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That is one of the sweetest proposals I have ever gotten. I have to raise a son first.
Love, Tom B.
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Well worth the read to experience all that echoes within the exhortation, the passion and naturalness within the penmanship is a poetic pleasure.
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This a delight. I would hope to have the reading done to night posted soon.
Love, Tom B.
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you are tooooooooooooooooooo fabulous!!!
thank you for sharing this delightful poem.
ox
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Glad it left a twinkle in your eye and smile on your face.
Love, Tom B.
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Another stunner from your pen...you have a way with metaphor.
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Mmmm. I have my way with metaphor. If I met you before did I have a way with you or am I just way off base and something of a loon
Woman, I don't want to stun them. I want them alive, breathing and laughing with wonder. I want to be able to open the curtain of the waterfall and have both of be full of madcap joy and spread our wings and fly to Fiji.
Mostly, I am not built for beer and a football game every Sunday.
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No, Tom..you are not a loon..
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Ahh my friend, what a way you have with words! Full of rich imagery, a very succulent write. I loved your line, Tender, we are the ancient young, full of the knowledge... ahhh, how i remember feeling like that! Great write, good luck in the contest. Janice x
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Since you felt that way nothing has been the same. There are times and places and places without time where we shift our relationship with the world. Such as this
Love, Tom B.
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For me, it's the crash and grind of continental plates that encapsulates the entire piece. Well handled and beautifully expressed.
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Yes I agree with the first commenter, this was entirely breathtaking. And you have proven again you are a master at metaphor. I loved this!
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I don't know if I am master of anything, I just search for ways to touch the heart and evoke the feelings that run rampant and raw through our souls when we are in the arms of one we love and feel free to show it to.
Love, Tom B.
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Awesomely wonderful writing, my friend
Your talent just shines
Much enjoyed this, my friend
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may every dance with a moon beam lighten your heart.
Love Tom B.
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We forged tomorrows that eternity could not erode.
The moon set during the burning.
No night was ever again the same."
i love how this ended so serene and breath taking.
The way You turned love making into such an earth shattering of natures course. its fantastically wonderful. and so peace drivingly gorgiouse.
Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest. i enjoyed reading every line of this.
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Glad you enjoyed my undressing in the moon driven madness. We let the magic disappear to often, I just wanted to let the taste of it flow across the page.
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when passions blossom between 2 people there is nothing in the way. and You captured this in so many ways.
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you humble me with your quill my friend. An incredible delight to read... your choice of metaphor....simply fantastic... i hope you feature this...so more can be delighted...pece and harmony....desi
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I am honored to be see so. I write sensual erotica on occasion more as a celebration to the coming together than anything else. Glad you were delighted by this one.
Love,Tom B.
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O.k...wait...the mention of Selene...Ahh!!! That got me...THEN, the mention of Erato-BRilliant...had to jot that down...now back to the read...BRB.
We let our breath blow the embers of moon light
into fires. We forged tomorrows that eternity could not erode.
Oh how Divine!!!! WOW!
It's going in my freshly emptied bookmark file...first one!!
Thank you so much for sending me this...it's always a pleasure to see and love, through your eyes..
Jin
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I have found the more people, who you love and trust, can join in celebrating the magic you have found the truer it is. I am blessed that you have found so much to share in when you read mine.
Love, Tom B.
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Stunning Write Very Erotic
My goodness you fullfilled this quote! I love every line of passion, it was the kiss, then the removal of jeans,rocked me. My favorite lines were:
"My hands divined the mystery of energy from toe to thigh listened to the wind suddenly cry from the tree tops. The elastic stretched out into the moment and veil fell from the shrine."
Veil fell from the shrine, this is pure magic you have penned with words. Emotional women long to
feel the way you made this lady feel. This truly left me with a smile and a refreshed memory. Excellent write...loved it!novy
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We share so many thoughts in common. It is always a gift to have you in my life. Be well and be blessed.
Love, Tom B.
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I will be back
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Holy smoke fire....damn this was awesome.
well done as usual.
Tory
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Thanks Tory. I like to create celebrations that allow many to dip themselves in the pool.
Love, Tom B.
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I have that smile on right now Love, C
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You know the way the sun glows and how the moon is and echo of light in our hearts.
Love,Tom B.
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Oh my! It makes me feel so warm and pure. Your imagery is so moving, and I feel like I have been in this situation before. You should read my newest poem called Shady Streams Thank you for sharing this with me!! I am very glad that you showed it to me. ~ Kerri
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This is a wonderful gift of a comment. It shows how much we are never truly alone and how much we all have to share. Send me a link to the poem. I will stop and review it soon. Your joy only helps to multiply my own.
Love, Tom B.
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The moon was set, that night was never the same! Sigh, brings back some very fond memories! Thank you for sharing this piece. ~Sie
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I love the magic. I love the way that hearts are forever opened to one another and when we are still quiet in the moment we realize that the love has never disappeared.
Take care my friend.
Love, Tom B.
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