Story I have
never told,
starts with
the urge I
felt was
phantom,
my soul famished,
dry, tasty, from the
drought water
couldn’t quench,
my bones hurt,
until my spirit
spoke to my
flesh in a whisper,
I seek my bone,
the bone of my bones,
my missing rib,
the day she
emerges, filling me
with her presence,
I will be satisfied
and whole,
only then I knew
it was all real.
Great poem 🙂
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thanks for appreciation.
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Wowww… If only she knows…. Lovely words
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Beautiful😇
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thanks
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Very nice poem, I am going to reblog this one for you.
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Thank you for the encouragement.
I appreciate.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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I appreciate you.
thanks
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This is amazing!
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thanks Michelle
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