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Apr 2012
“Oh young one,
How much adoration I bestow upon thee!
For the sweet whispers of thy song,
shall provide nectar for thy birds and bee’s.” – said he.

“But what are these tears from Heaven?”
she curiously curses to thy God’s above.
“Why should you allow Heaven to weep so,
in your Almighty presence?”

He places his hand gently upon her face and whispers,
“Divine darling, oh love, shall you see,
that without Heaven’s tears, cease to exist,
would thy birds and bee’s,
you love so graciously!”
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   Marisa Bordeaux
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