Marked Poem by Duard Cabral
Marked
old wounds are mend to heal
with thy gentle touch it's surreal
the so oblivous now i feel
thou marked the words became real
poignant memories etched in my soul
my long lost forgotten; deserted goal
now re-kindled; entwined; never be sole
thy presence freed my shackled soul
_(april052011)
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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5/6/2024 10:06:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I LIKE THE LAST LINE VERY MUCH IT WRAPS IT ALL IT IS A BOMB AND I AM HAPPY THAT IT IS A HAPPY ENDING