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Upon my table lay a box Beautiful in its form Aged with perfection Scent of long ago Handed down thru time Her Soul to mine Within this box Lay tarnished and worn A once brilliant display of hope Polished years ago Set forth to bring hope Polished with faith In this box Lays life I opened the box today Pulled from its contents Silver Worn and battered In my hands Lay life. Hopes of long since past Treasures of Treasures Cast long ago Rusting in thy Soul With tools in hand I take a pause Looking back in time Reminiscing Of a Different kind Soul dancing, hearts laughing Spirits guiding thy path Today I lay rest of all the bad Today I Polished I Polished I Breathe |
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Such a beautiful write.Much Luv & Godspeed!Cy"Steven"
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because you brighten up so many cloudy days, I just wanted to say, Thank You LA Mom!
Your write just inspired this: sometimes the real beauty is found behind the makeup only most men never have the courage to let woman know it is there, where we should see it Because most men, live tangible never endulging to look for what they cannot see because most woman, never step outside their compacts |
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Wonderful images in there thanks.
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Wonderful write Denise...just got done going through my mom's belongings and polished up and cleaned what I brought home. Thinking happy memories...hugs to you and yours.
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pretty Thank you,, and welcome to our Home ((( Steven )))) Much love to you ((( MzEm )))) ((( Pam ))) To our Memories ((( David )))) ((( J ))) For being you Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Beautiful you |
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Awwwwwwwwww reminds me when I look back within the trunk that holds my grandmothers and mothers possessions of many years ago as the jewelry she wore with the earrings that sparkle with all the colors. Sweet write
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Upon my table lay a box Beautiful in its form Aged with perfection Scent of long ago Handed down thru time Her Soul to mine Within this box Lay tarnished and worn A once brilliant display of hope Polished years ago Set forth to bring hope Polished with faith In this box Lays life I opened the box today Pulled from its contents Silver Worn and battered In my hands Lay life. Hopes of long since past Treasures of Treasures Cast long ago Rusting in thy Soul With tools in hand I take a pause Looking back in time Reminiscing Of a Different kind Soul dancing, hearts laughing Spirits guiding thy path Today I lay rest of all the bad Today I Polished I Polished I Breathe |
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Edited by
carold
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Fri 04/03/09 10:28 AM
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I lay rest to all the bad Today :) Wonderul write :)
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What a lovely write...so precious and heartfelt!
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Indeed,
the letting go brings a beautiful Peace Polishing or being polished Breathe easy Lady Thanks! |
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Thank you all,,,
My rags are dusty my soul is full |
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Thank you all,,, My rags are dusty my soul is full Yes...your Soul is full....of Love and Presence.... |
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