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ecrets rest in
furious silence, like
car keys lost
atop the center of
your kitchen counter.
While in
the broad daylight of
your own being, the
heart's deepest revelations await:
Wearing nothing but their own bare naked luminance.
How in God's name did I ever walk past you a million times?
copyright 2014 - Whispering Bird
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4 comments:
Beautiful poem...
May I post this on my blog? Who is the author?
www.massagenaplesflorida.blogspot.com
Feel free to post on your blog. I would be honored. Thanks for reading, and for taking the time to write.
i followed suit and posted it on my FB, as i would like, the others that have sprung from u, giving u credit. hope u dont mind. thanks gabriele
Please share till your heart's content
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