A Tree Of Love Poem by Sharron Stephenson
A Tree Of Love
Pour the salt on the wounders of blood,
Skip the lips of pain.
Feel yhe tenderwhispers of a soul that,
Cries out for the cudedling arms.
Fold the heart in two that walks away,
Close the door from the weepping eyes,
Shake the tree that crushes the missing,
mind.
Hold the beating heart,
Cup the tide of words,
March the steps of love from you to,
Me
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