Heather Burns Poems

We continue creating

a picture with words
...

Standing with arms
outstretched toward
heaven
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My dear friend
I refuse to let
you go
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Rose, a
symbol of
beauty, purity,
power, excellence
...

A young tender
branch
is easily bent
into submission.
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In the land of Egypt, it came
to pass
Jacob a wealthy man, sons did
mass.
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A weeping willow
stands silently
at the waters edge
...

Yesterday
I
returned to
the beach
...

Sitting under the tree
of life
hovering over as a
large canopy
...

In the rustling of the leaves
someone called my name

a voice so familiar
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