Morsels
gentle words
lavishly you spread
in this darkened forest
like morsels of sweet biscuits
I carefully picked them up
one by one
sunk down deep into pocket
know; kept they are
in perfect clutch of palm
held with tenderness
for nourishment
to my soul so blue
now when cold
and cloud threaten
I shall have them
to savor in my rain
and be warmly fed
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2006-10-24 at 02:06
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