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Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
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She would steal the
most magical

infect a wand
with her wounded words

insatiable flow
a river’s restless thrust

through defiant stone
loneliness embedded in

its crashing moan
she would claim

that talisman
waterfall tears

stardust left over
from a Moon’s
nonchalant kiss

in free fall
she drank from

a crystal flute that
knew not her name

which only the
single hand of God

could stoke with
painted rapture.

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© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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