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THE BLESSING (Free verse) by Poetsettle

There is a steadily quickening beat in the dark, red cavern; it is not my heart, but You, speaks. It is You, slipped in there while I was unaware, and now, stomping round and round, it is You sorts my needs from my wants, rearranging my Life with love for the common good, when I would rest, lay the Gift down on a human breast -- every few centuries or so.

nentwined 19-Apr-04/10:31 PM
it is not my heart speaks? or is it You speaks? I'm confused, but it seems either way it must be wrong. very confusing all around.




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