orgami's Diaryland Diary

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TORN

never thought
you would waken
me as you have

your words
your voice
soothing
melting all the
ice years
all the snowfall
burying the ghosts
wailing in the winds

the woods dark
and full of you now
You the Huntress
with the glint in your
eye How you smile
before you part
Your one liners
sparkling like fresh
blades
cutting souls
free from the web
of chill

alive alive they dance
and rise

the soil waiting
for summer rains
and blue skies

this tenderness
we fondly carry
this brush against
the soul of other

12:32 p.m. - 2011-06-01

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