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The Messenger (poem)

Updated on March 6, 2016

Soft wind which dances somewhere though our past

Refreshing precious flowers growing there

The source for all the music everywhere

Sweet whisper from which all our dreams were cast


Sail off and tell my love once more I care

Refresh her air with feelings which hold fast

To memories of meanings meant to last

Within a world which caught us unaware


Pray do not soil the sweetness of her sleep

With rains intending to bring any pain

Or toy with Joys which she’s accustom to


It’s well and good that I alone should weep

And bear the strains of such a grand refrain

To bear my soul of Thank Yous she is due


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      Shauna L Bowling 23 months ago from Central Florida

      Beautiful piece, Martin. I notice your style changing a bit. I like it!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Lovely sentiments.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Sometimes all we can say is 'thank you.'