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I'm With You


(via DeviantArt)

You are so close when I wake
So vivid I can feel your heat
I lay still and listen close to my heart

And there I find you waiting

Stop; listen close to your heart
I’m forever warm and near
Before you wake I’m with you

By Janet Jarrell
Still with The NaiSaiKu Challenge


Excited to share my poem Confusion with Folding Mirror Poetry .


Peace in your heart.
Janet

Comments

  1. Hi Janet, beautifully written as ever, thanks for posting to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

    Nicely!!
    -Andy Sewina

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  2. Nice to know who you can rely on.

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  3. Thatwas beautiful poetry!

    Congrats on the folding mirror posting! :)

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  4. "Stop; listen close to your heart
    I’m forever warm and near
    Before you wake I’m with you".

    I'm touched by these words. Many thanks!

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  5. Touching and beautiful words make my heart sing with joy. Thanks for sharing this!

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  6. Thank you all for dropping by. I am on holidays this week, so I am taking a blogging break too - I look forward to catching up with everyone next week!

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