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Jan 2013
I can still remember
the silent chill of that december
when my body and soul,
I tried to dismember

I can hear it now,
my gentle crying
as I was desperately trying
to make a sound vow

I spoke through my tears
abandoned my fears
and knew I could never
look back at those years

And then like a gift from a dove,
life was put in my wake
as I prayed my soul to take
you answered with guidance from above

But oh, to hear the melody
such a heartfelt symphony
made me stop and tremble
and forced me to believe

That what moved inside my soul
was a rare, impenetrable force
and nothing less than greatest itself
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
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