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Jill
by Aaron Michaeli began to write of you,
and staggered,
the earth beneath my feet
would not let me finish.
mortals are not to speak of angels
in such a manner
less than perfect,
more than that,
that which rolls off the tongue
like sweat off the backs of
those that slave to impress,
like the blood of those that
deflect bullets aimed at
your beautiful soul.
one must be special to touch someone
so far gone, and so far removed from reality
with font and electricity.
thank you's are immortal.
and mine will stay with you
as such. 04/16/2009 Author's Note: you know why, and you know i mean it. kindness is oft taken for granted. But I treasure yours. thank you.
Posted on 04/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/17/09 at 01:38 PM That's a hell of an opener. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/20/09 at 05:56 PM awesome write! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 01:52 PM There is a mutual healing grace that is visible only by those few who are bonded by the desire to unify with kindness. Quietly, grace. |
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