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Comments about Sandra Hawkins
As the summer storm moves slowly across the valley,
intense winds push forward, clearing the way.
Calmness brings on warm cleansing rains,
lasting until portly clouds are exhausted.
My love is a storm, proceeding gently
igniting love that had once been whisked away.
Our hearts, moved by air currents, smoothing over
feelings that once held love in solitary bondage.
No lightening, no thunder. This love is unhurried,
yet, it moves forward. Time must be recalled
to realize the momentum of the adoration being
softly restored, in each ...