The Promise Land Poem by June FeirCruz

The Promise Land



Your fingers were doing the talking last night
Prolific words they have made.
Touching me in my secret place
Making me long for you in unexpected ways.

You said you want to reach the promise land
Where milk and honey abound
Better than America it sounds like
Well, tomorrow the promise land awaits you.

4/12/09
10: 42 pm

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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 13 April 2009

and i cant wait to get there.. beautiful imagery u have

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