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Life As She Is Lived
She carried me in her arms,
Bewildered by her own sense of “Understanding”
Breathing life into mine
As her rhythm moved me to a different level of Exticy-
I myself became one with her, Her breath was the blood in my veins,
And her soul soldered to mine
I questioned me,
I moved to Paradise, I moved to hell
But seldom find the path
Within.
© Copyright 2018 ONATAH. All rights reserved.
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Beautiful!
Thank you for dripping your words into my mouth moments before the bitter of the world threatened to overtake me in work, words and demands from others.
I HEAR you.
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Blue
Thank you for the comment.
Very pretty poem. Enjoyed the read.
SN
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Thanks for your comment SN!!!
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