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Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.

My heart aches for you
your longing and mine
dancing quietly
in the dark corners
of deep still shadows
upon walls unpainted
warm flesh sweet dreams
glasses glisten
dark wine flowing
from your river into me
lips full and thirsty
hidden among time
deafening is the silence
your hands tight
around my heart
tears fall as dewdrops of misty mornings
we speak without words


By Floreann Cawley

© 2012 Floreann Cawley (All rights reserved)


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