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To Her
By Margaret Duncan
Sometimes I think I imagioned you,
That I yearned for someone that had
eyes of an oak,
withstanding anything,
even the harshest of storms.
Skin neither of silk nor as rough as sand
in the desserts,
but someting more worldly,
closer to earth
in My Realm
By Margaret Duncan
Sometimes I think I imagioned you,
That I yearned for someone that had
eyes of an oak,
withstanding anything,
even the harshest of storms.
Skin neither of silk nor as rough as sand
in the desserts,
but someting more worldly,
closer to earth
in My Realm
Another old poem that was made for Maria in the old days. This one was made sometime in December, 2008 and I never got a chance to really check the dates to write it down when I created this.
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