But The Prayer, Unspoken
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Eric Cockrell
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I am...
but the prayer unspoken,
In the tiny petal
That fell from the rose
In your garden.
The quiver of your lips
As you lay sleeping.
The grey streak,
In your hair.
The hurt in your heart,
When you don't hear from.
The stop and go,
The journey of your hand,
To my heart.
The bark of the dog,
Long gone.
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