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She Came Into My Room Another of my writing on the poet tree.........dedicated to Cariad ******** She came into my room Not knowing I was there She touched my heart and soul moved me from there to here She left the room unchanged that's what others seem to see but my furniture's rearranged In the room inside of me I'll trip over the chair the table is now askew the lamps go on and off without switches to do She left her words hanging painting pictures of magic's night She added color to the walls Once seen as black and white Now the pictures tilt a bit and try to find their place Yet I can't seem to remember Which way they use to face I try to put it all straight and forget she ever came but there's too many reminders To make it be the same Maybe she will come again let her magic fill the air Get be longings back in order Set my table and my chair Until that day comes I'll pray to recover There's so much to do Love's magic to discover ********* |
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VERY nice!
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I really enjoyed reading this, jiminy. Alfie....
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Thanks for sharing jiminycricket.Wish she is real !!
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Thank you all for reading me...... looklook ....... she can be real...... The one thing, one needs to know To make it real, to make it so...... No closed door can let her in Looking out the window stays within So, if you want to make it real To get touched, you must feel You needn't search, you needn't find Just an open heart and an open mind And no matter what you choose to do If you can be touched, She can be real for you
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8/14/2014 11:48 am |
Love it Spiritwoman ^i^
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