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Soul Friend
Words escape me,
I can make no sense,
my tongue has turned to cloth,
while my breath is held by your beauty.
And yet,
deep within my soul,
a song arises,
not with words or conscious tune,
a song of felt praise,
a libation
poured from my heart to you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Beautiful poem
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Thank you so much for that
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wow Lyn Grace is much younger than I’d imagined 😉
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The elixir of eternal youth 😉
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A lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you Kristian
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Nice poem
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Thank you
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Lovely poem
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Many thanks
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Beautiful
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Thank you Lyn 🙂
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