Writing 101 Day 7 Beloved

 

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Photo taken by Ms. Vee 12-12-15

 

 

I often think I see him watching me

Peeking from behind the sun

He is my beloved

I taste his tears when raindrops fall

On shaking ground he walks

I feel his fear he must be near

Yes he is my beloved

When I turn off the lights

There’s a fire in the night

In the quietness of the dark

With burning desire

He ignited the spark

He’s on the mark

Whoa! He is my

Beloved

10:30 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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