Poems from a Broken Heart
A collection of original poetry
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Though the wind buffets,
You stand always at my back.
Your hand covers mine;
I recline in your embrace.
The storm howls around;
The darkness hides your face.
Stumbling on this stony ground,
I fall and find myself engulfed in grace.
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18 July, 2010 15:55
Absolutely love the last line. Wow...!!
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Absolutely love the last line. Wow...!!
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