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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 2:24:55 GMT -6
candle in the wind, my only sign of hope, as it wraps around the unfaltering flame, it brightens into darkest orange and rebounds, in contrast with the darkness, I continually find my light, upon the window sill where lay my hopes and dreams where, I talk to my angel who was taken, without time for those unspoken things
candle in the wind, I watch it dip and fade dance with such ease and desire of unspoken faith listening in the silence, I can hear the voice of my angel.. softly speak and sing in the darkness that follows, I am no longer afraid as the candle, softly lights a passage, in the gentle sung breeze
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Post by anirbas on Oct 22, 2006 0:01:48 GMT -6
*whispers* beautiful cathedralic feeling to this poem...overflowing with spirituality...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 22, 2006 23:29:56 GMT -6
Many thanks Nir, I do believe I had my eldest son sitting near me when I wrote this piece ( he passed away in '99 ). Seems too inspire me in different levels when he is about.
Soul
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 24, 2007 6:17:30 GMT -6
Hi Soul Was toched by your work and your loss,it must be very hard at times. May all your candles shine like becons of hope, love, and assurance that we all are intertwined energy there to draw upon for strength and well being. Peace PB
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Post by bichsa on Apr 9, 2007 7:35:56 GMT -6
beautiful ,and gentle . You could feel the love in this piece. may you always find comfort with his memory of that day. loved it as always great write.Peace C.
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