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The Eye Of The Storm

You are
the eye of the storm,
the calm that cradles me while I sleep,
when I'm sobbing
like an orphaned child.

I need the promise
you carry on your lips
that all will be well.

Please
come find me!
I want your gentle hands
to lock me
in your womblike embrace.

I need the promise
you carry on your lips
that all will be well.




Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-01-20 at 21:50

Tags Love  Loss  Longing 

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