ReturnA Poem by Melobldnfr Song. 07/25/14 (Am, G, Em, Am) Like a fine song Written in the summertime You cannot rush such words From my soul How is it I explain You blew in on a wind Hushed my fears on a dime And made me whole When the heart speaks Leaves may even cry Something is stilled And something's thrown I can't tell you Something in me's died Without telling you Something in me's born ********************* It's simple and sweet Like honeysuckle wine How it is you say that I Am coming home A rare treasure to find Ultimately Divine Calling you mine Having you to hold...
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MelobldnfrWichita, KSAboutI am always writing, but have not joined a writers' group since The Belle Haven when it was in existence. I loved it and really miss it. So when this site was recommended to me, I couldn't resist. .. more..Writing
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