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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Wheel |
| Author: | Deanna Dalton |
| Date Submitted: | 1/23/2009 |
| Poem: |
Lovely little thing. I hear your tiny sighs. Zzzzzzzzzzz… Zzzzzzzzzzz… Your delicate fingers curled. God kissed you. I feel your mark, relatively speaking. Long turns the Wheel. Hush, hush. All silent now. Sounds of dreams Gliding by Inhaling you Verifying what is known. Ever so gently. No bounds Met or unmet. Every blink a moment lost. Nearer to One than ever before. Whispy crown Rest easy Everyone will accept Accept the blessedness Slowly turns the wheel Over and again Never to stop... |