3/31/2018
My Special Young Cry
As a Being or as I like to Think You Are. A Spirit or In Presence. A Spirit with Presence of Knowledge, Sensitivity, and Trustworthiness is what I'm Interested In. Your the Spirit that I have Assurance On. Calmly Your on My Mind. I Heard Your Voice and You said Simply Fox, Foxy and Please. That is what was Said. I Thought how Strange. Then I Thought for a Moment or So. Promising You. Interested. Your Spirit of Mind, Heart and Soul. Your Sweet Name and Gentle Cry. Knowledge, Sensitive and Trustworthy. I Never See You, but Amor (Love). You can Mix Me Up and Confuse Me as any Other Woman or Child. I will Come to My Senses Eventually. Amor. Love the Child and this Young Woman will Love in Return. My Mind, Heart and Soul. My Blossoming Sweet Child is within My Body. I Love the Thought of You as a Spirit. Safe. Being Able to Come and Go. Free. She Stays and yet She is Free and a Living Spirit. My Special Young Cry. My Zorra. My Beauty. My Beautiful Young Creature. She is Sharpe and Keen. The Chance to Begin Once More...
M.J.S.
- Author: MJS (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 2nd, 2018 03:52
- Comment from author about the poem: A Short Writing on Spirits and Young Presence that are Not Really There? A Feeling of a Being. Peace and Angels. The Image is Protection to All that are Oppressed.***
- Category: Spiritual
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