The Cry Poem by Laura Cummings

The Cry

Rating: 5.0


Listen,
hear it,
softly whispered in the wind.
Taste it,
feel it,
let it flow through your limbs.
Question it,
answer it,
find where it's from.
Search,
discover,
the cry coming from within.
Th wolf howls at the moonlit sky,
breaking your heart,
making you cry.
Your soul whispers to your heart,
'Be still, I'm here,
right by your side.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jon Lloyd 30 December 2007

Spiritual and sensual. Very accomplished. Jon x

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Ur soul whispers.....Nice write Laura.

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Laura Cummings

Laura Cummings

Alexander Hospital, Redditch.
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