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From the blue eyed baby
by Adam Haage A fingered rainbow moved across the darkened sky The Purple wild flowers blanketed the dry desert bed The pups like lions lay gnawing their old bones A small tingled yearn tugged upon my heart then watered eyes like pale colored rosy cheeks and puppet lips Mothers memory treasured - chest champion character and uniquely fit High riding cloud carried ready fighters Black eyed white faced falling downward tears All like bowing babys beer bellied navel showing drinking years on dandled knees comfort engraved silent lying under blue eyed spheres Prophecy Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |