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By Galadrial Date: 2001 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.03.09.53.19998]] |
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Oh my love, I look in those eyes and see a world of hurt, the burdens heavy on your shoulders, and blame you did nothing to earn. Let me lay hands gentle on your face, and hold you near enough to speak to that heart of yours. Shhhhh. Now listen, Atlas you need not be, nor Hercules of old, lay down the cares for once, come and walk with me to a cove where only the water speaks, and it is laughing. Hear the tree peepers? They know that even the sun rests at days end--- and so must you my weary love. I am not offering you heat--- just warm, and soft sounds of a heart that needs only to wrap softly around you while you sleep and forget for a moment the world that wears you, the voices that demand, the clock that never lets up. This is a small magick... but one you sorely need. Take comfort, and heal your heart. |