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In your presence

all words are shallow

mountains are low

sun is but a shadow

 

I am so naïve

 a pastoral fairy

a butterfly around fire’s glory

If come too close

I will be burnt

if run away … it is my complaint

Then tell me how To set free my flaming lips?

to stay awake in Augustine’s holy presence

Death Wish ►

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Sahar Rudainy

Sat 15th Mar 2014 18:01

WOW!! You made my day Graham!Your comment is more poetic than my poem! thanks a lot!!

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 15th Mar 2014 12:32

You have no reason to worry about work like this. This is charmingly deferential, light and delicate phrasing. Good work

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