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Supplication
Let me hold you
In arms like strong winds,
Enfold you with mountains,
Be the warm meadow on which you lie.
In the darklight
Let me hold you
In sleepless flesh,
In wordless flesh
Let me be your silence.
And when you leave me
Let me hold you
With the love of those who love you,
And be the air and sunlight
And the sea in which you dream. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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