Tajma Hall Poems

a necklace in that I handle
is lace for a pursuing is hung about
sip in delight in the cup
we mate on love gather a swoon
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you can cause me to speak
what words would you have without me
when the bird sails whispering to the sky
hide and seek among the trees
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land caress the clouds
the rain to send
i beg your hand
i miss you truly
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I hold out
hoping for your hand
I would trade a thought
for any number of times
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err I bumble
this clad wiser woe
to or more - a pair
muck on soul
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i cannot muster suddenly
i cause breaks
enough to speak
shoulder blocks
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a minute
flushed with space
of seconds
a second dies younger
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a ray at night
call me
I am the one
entice no shimmering hope
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His in this we betray
as does the lovely
truth in touch- a sense
we finger past a less
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please tell me if peace
comes in a fleece
as white as snow
the major cover for spots
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