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Loved One MAG

By Anonymous

     As far as the gypsy’s eye can see

As low as the clouds that touch the trees

The blades of grass, the dying leaves

Love consumes endlessly

Fluttering of the moth’s gentle wings

The woman in the woods that will never sing

A frozen pond in the middle of a dream

Love endures as it seems

Touching all with gentle limbs

Singing a melody of compelling hymns

Curing men that drip with sins

Our journey starts where love begins





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akbird said...
on Feb. 21 2010 at 4:34 pm
ummmmm.....w-O-w!!! the amazing truth in this is great

on Jan. 8 2010 at 2:13 pm
Colorful4u SILVER, Orange, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.&quot; <br /> -Leo Buscagilia

I love this poem. It's wonderful wonderful wonderful!

Shells SILVER said...
on Oct. 13 2009 at 9:19 pm
Shells SILVER, Dixon, Wyoming
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;The dye has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won&rsquo;t look back, let up, slow down, or back away. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future secure. I&rsquo;m done with low living, sight walking, small planning, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living and dwarfed goals: I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, positions, promotions, or popularity. I don&rsquo;t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, live by prayer and labor with power. My face is set, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won&rsquo;t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and spoken up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of the lord Jesus Christ.&rdquo; - African martyred for Christ.

Wonderful poem!:)

jmc.13 said...
on Sep. 15 2009 at 9:20 pm
jmc.13, Dobbs Ferry, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I&#039;d rather regret what I did than what I didn&#039;t do.&quot;

This poem is exceptional! It utterly grasps the reader, pulling them into the inner and mysterious workings of love. Fantastic. I'd give you a standing ovation if I could.

Schubster said...
on Jun. 20 2009 at 11:15 pm
Wow, great poem. Usually rhyming takes away from the meaning of the poem, but this is an exceptional case. Awesome imagery, too. :)

pearbear said...
on Mar. 4 2009 at 12:38 am
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