Daily poem: August stanza 9

 

Drink the silver water, love,

that flows from the hidden source,

and wish for soft hands to hold your face,

soft lips that whisper words of love,

and a life that walks in step

to the pulse of my heart.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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