Do-ra-thy
Make room for me
Where I would lay my head
At the waste of the day’s tear
Scorching heavily from my waist
Lay thy bed
With thy beautiful skin
Where I would parch my garments
To spark the fragments of my heart
While I begone
Sprinkle the myrrh from your lips
To glue my ride to your dreams
Blowing the winds of beautiful sky
As we spread our wings
Whisper my name
Whisper my name Do-ra-thy
From thy black shiny lips
Wet with the rain of blessedness
For my heart longs for every longings
To hear it sing forevermore
MO.
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I see you Dorathy! I see you!
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Beautiful. (smile) Lucky woman!
Michael, there is a post on my blog that has NOTHING to do with you. I wanted to be sure you understand this. I’ve had an onslaught lately of “you should” people, and today being tired from reopening my gardens, my resistance came down. And so I wrote a post. Again NOTHING to do with you!!! Love, Amy
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I do understand Amy! Keep loving my friend. Thanks to your kind heart for bringing the post to my attention. Do have a lovely rest my friend!
Thanks for the compliments by the way.
(((HUGS)))
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Bless you, Michael, and thank you so much. I cherish you in my life, and I would not want to inadvertently hurt you in any way. I am feeling better now, thank you. This gardening is tough work. I am calling it for the day, take some photos and rest for the rest of the day. I still have cats to give meds to and what not, but the hard work is done for the day. (((HUGS))) Amy
PS Your poetry is powerful and moves me everytime I read it. Thank you for sharing your Precious Gift with us. xx
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Thank you for kind comments. I do appreciate staring at the clear rays streaming from the sun of your end. Do have all the rest you need. By the way, I do enjoy your hard working nature. Would be looking forward to your photos.
Michael
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