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Come, Dear One
The silence that blanketed the stars, spoke in a soft tug, "Come, Dear One. Tarry not, for ripened words forged in wild honey, lie content for thy savoring. Come, receive and be filled! For this gift is more precious than fire when all the world is devoid." - © 2015 blue angel
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Published 5th Feb 2015
| Edited 9th Mar 2015
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5th Feb 2015 6:02pm
"Ripened words forged in wild honey" contain more flavor and sustenance than the flames contained in more overheated poetry. Lovely lines, Blue Angel.
6th Feb 2015 5:57am
This is beautiful Blue! This line is wonderful: "...ripened words forged in wild honey"
Anonymous
6th Feb 2015 10:28pm
Beautiful write, Angel.. thanks for sharing..
Dave
Dave
7th Feb 2015 2:41am
poetry that's free to be enjoyed. that our poems might have that essence, the lavish richness of wild honey, it's what we toil for.
enchanting work, Angel...
enchanting work, Angel...
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