The Waters Of Love
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Love can flow gently
Trickling around the heart,
Grassing bare patches of hurt
With moistest of words, well meant.
But love can cascade
Drenching the unwary soul
And setting strong traps
In which many wholy
Are caught, and alive, drown
Yet the gentlest of
Spring's afternoon rain sends
Refreshment onto bowed heads
With gestures of kindness, gained
From waters of Love.
Seen by some as hot heavy
Tears of God's angels
Cleaning heart's forests with green
Showered lovingly from above.
A Co-Production by:
Fay Slimm
and
Herbert Nehrlich
© 2009
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