Michele Marie Nester

Softly spoken words,
Echoing through my heart.
Passionate kissing my wounds.
Soothingly eroding my thorns.
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Elegantly cascading from her soft baby blue eyes,
While also enhancing the delicate features of her precious face
Are the ever present sorrow filled eyes gently raining.
Looming over an old Gothic coffin, while glimpsing into her future foretold in the hollow eyes of death,
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Withering flower on my doorstep,
Tell me all your woes, for the dew on your petals are heavy.
Be not troubled that the sun has not been shining,
And be not dismayed by the night forever staying.
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