Lingering touch , gentle hands Soaking, bathing every thought Pulsating, throbbing intensities A soothing calmness descends upon. The word spoken trickles down Like sweetened honey from a nectared flower Drenching all the bitterness No hurt remains, all venom gone. Forgiveness is a holy trait It fills up all the gaping wounds Fulfilling all the prophesies Of Kingdoms won with one forbearing stoop. The aching loss is little felt When Pain subsides and healing begins Life calls out to live it through So much is left, so much to do. So no worry if there is still out there More to live, more to bear Looking forth to the journey left More rivers to cross more mountains to woo. (Tehmina)
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 10:56:11 +0000
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