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Nov 2010
I was enfolded in a crimson shell of anger deep with pain
Frozen fate denying breath to my prayers
For so long I was mute to the sound of wind and rain
Until true love, took me from this snare

I was given hope from wandering in the cold and barren
All of my waters have been blessed
With the sweetest, soothing tint, of aquamarine
Banishing, this pain, I have confessed

Inside my heart has wakened now, joyous with surprise
Carrying a note inscribed with your name
Running straight up a hill looking into the eyes
Which true love, has unenfolded
Just the same

Tonight may slip right by us, and quietly lie hid
Yet always straightaway I will say
My heart became unenfolded at the calling of your bid
When your own, took my crimson shell away
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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   Gene Baker
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