MeMa's Garden

A word



A word, a laugh,
 The tones that come from your throat
A look, a feeling,
This invades my soul,
 And runs thru me like a sharp knife

 Harshness, gentleness,
 That takes me to another place
Emotions, desires,
 Those confuse my mind once again,
And finally a peace.
Knowing you were always there
 Theresa Sechrest

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