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Oct 2014
there's a sense of peace
that wends its way through
the folds of my diastoles

elicited by the dreamy murmurs
of your voice when it sings my name

and I cling to that lullaby like
marsupial infant

till our souls stand melded
in adoration's fire…
Copyright ©MystiqueWizzard® 2014
Copyright ©Alberto J. Alvarez G. ® 2014
MystiqueWizzard
Written by
MystiqueWizzard  Venezuela
(Venezuela)   
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       ryn and Deborah Brooks Langford
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