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Women
Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort 
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Beautiful and sad poem...nice picture also.
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Your depth is astounding D....May you know the same depth of healing
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Deeper as an otter I go
twisting and blending in with your words. My curious nose and whiskers emerge level with your ear. Black shiny eyes blink in your brilliance. Your head bends towards mine at the ticklish sensation of wet nose and silky whiskers s-ss-s-snuf-f-f-f-ling in your ear. Whiskered love and kisses! |
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from deep within, our spirit guides us to the answers we seek-our essence remains intact (((D)))
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Edited by
Cavatica
on
Tue 11/18/08 12:12 PM
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Scars hidden from the worlds view
Yet certain ones see them We whisper into the air Reminding you that the scars are what has made you who you are Surviving, living, breathing, being Teaching,learning, knowing and loving While you sleep a wisp of a girl slips into your dreams Taking you by the hand, leading you to the great meadow Laughter bubbles from her lips as she dances about you, tugging you this way and that Dance with her, feel her joy and elation, with a blink of an eye A kiss upon your cheek, a quick hug and she lets you drift back to sleep A simple reminder that she may be far far away but always near in your heart Love you Momma
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profound,indeed lamom
Women Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort
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Women Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort
unfortunately we all wear them... it is said that each scar is a lesson in and of it's self and i have come to understand this quite well... nice write you...
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Yes we wear our scars :) Love your heart and :)Good read
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Women Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort
<<------------mentally grabbing Denise up her her arms and holding on tightly.
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((( lj ))) no tears
(((daw ))) thank you so much,, the pic is more of a reflection of my inner thoughts
((( Tanya ))) from me to you
(((( Frank )))) Kiss’s
((( Carold ))) hugs to you
(((( Suz )))) I so love you
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from deep within, our spirit guides us to the answers we seek-our essence remains intact (((D)))
And with you by my side the answers come and the worry subsides
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Your depth is astounding D....May you know the same depth of healing
You simply fill my soul
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Deeper as an otter I go twisting and blending in with your words. My curious nose and whiskers emerge level with your ear. Black shiny eyes blink in your brilliance. Your head bends towards mine at the ticklish sensation of wet nose and silky whiskers s-ss-s-snuf-f-f-f-ling in your ear. Whiskered love and kisses! ((( Laughs child like ))) ohhhhhh it tickles,, Goddddddddddd women I am just so in love with ya
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Scars hidden from the worlds view Yet certain ones see them We whisper into the air Reminding you that the scars are what has made you who you are Surviving, living, breathing, being Teaching,learning, knowing and loving While you sleep a wisp of a girl slips into your dreams Taking you by the hand, leading you to the great meadow Laughter bubbles from her lips as she dances about you, tugging you this way and that Dance with her, feel her joy and elation, with a blink of an eye A kiss upon your cheek, a quick hug and she lets you drift back to sleep A simple reminder that she may be far far away but always near in your heart Love you Momma
Every where I go Every thing I do,, You are always with me,, Love you my beautiful daughter
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Women Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort
<<------------mentally grabbing Denise up her her arms and holding on tightly.
<<<---- Holding on as tight as I can,, ,,
Love & Light my Dear sweet Angel |
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Women Made from silk Fine weaving of threads Scent of Rose’s upon the flesh Born to explore life and all its beauty Flowing outstretched hands Enveloping Love and Tears Birthing a Creation so pure Yet Sickness plagues her Reality Emptiness fills her world Taking my choice to choose Leaving questions and worry Damaged deep within the womb Bandages hiding, Masking only what the eye can see Plagued, her center Healing She finds Comfort
unfortunately we all wear them... it is said that each scar is a lesson in and of it's self and i have come to understand this quite well... nice write you...
You ya You,,
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