as the last weathered crystal dropped through the narrow tunnel time to wait ended as all things do…eventually the sun rose the sun set the day was beautiful the night was serene the world was ours again to know to love to live when we touched as one
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Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2004
I wouldn't add or subtract one syllable from this, Sara.. it is to the point, it is direct, and it is absolutely lovely... katy xox.
Wonderful poem, Sara.. it makes me think. Dreaming of a world that is simple and good? Chrystal-serene? Perhaps we all do, particularly on the background of a nightmarish world. How can we achieve harmony, and love? Franz
There is nothing as loving as the touch from the one we love. It's as though they reach into our soul and warm us from the inside out. Beautiful words you've penned here Sara. Lisa
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I have just written something similar, though I am a bit reluctant to post now, realising it does not have your eloquence.
Very nicely written poem, I like it.
Hesione.
Gary
Love Tinka
TY for that
Ch'erie