HimA Poem by Rainee WhitingHim As my winds of mental rage lifted, he waited patiently upon my shore. His arms reached out to catch me, when mind and body could take no more. As my storm again gathered, he did what he could to shield my heart. He wrapped me in all the good of him, to keep me from pulling apart. Rainee
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Added on September 27, 2016 Last Updated on September 27, 2016 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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