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The Rustling Stalks of Dying Autumn Corn
Your first born cry
Till
You became a bride
You
Were a miracle
In
Your Mother's eyes
And
In the Autumn of your time
After
Your last breath of life
Again
You'll be a miracle
At
Your Mother's side
In
Paradise
Till
You became a bride
You
Were a miracle
In
Your Mother's eyes
And
In the Autumn of your time
After
Your last breath of life
Again
You'll be a miracle
At
Your Mother's side
In
Paradise
Published 10th Sep 2018
Author's Note
My entry for the 'Miracle' competition.
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10th Sep 2018 3:20pm
Snuggles... that is a sweet perspective, and it made a sweet piece of poetry...
and seeing that every faith seems to have their own version of Paradise... good work...Ely
and seeing that every faith seems to have their own version of Paradise... good work...Ely
17th Sep 2018 2:30am
10th Sep 2018 4:22pm
and..what a touching piece of poetry dear Poet.
this subject...very close to heart for me. Thank You and
good luck for the comp.
One thing for sure...if this wins..it won't be a miracle! for this piece is worthy every letter!
this subject...very close to heart for me. Thank You and
good luck for the comp.
One thing for sure...if this wins..it won't be a miracle! for this piece is worthy every letter!
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