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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
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  1. Wendy NaisaAugust 18, 2009 at 6:09 PM

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

    Nicely!!
    -Andy Sewina

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  2. Stan SkiAugust 18, 2009 at 7:35 PM

    Nice to know who you can rely on.

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  3. Anya PadyamAugust 19, 2009 at 8:42 PM

    Thatwas beautiful poetry!

    Congrats on the folding mirror posting! :)

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  4. PrintempsAugust 20, 2009 at 10:46 AM

    "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. CynthsAugust 26, 2009 at 7:52 AM

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

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  6. Janet JarrellAugust 27, 2009 at 4:51 PM

    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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