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pure

we love
pure, sacred
unguarded 

hearts racing
like raindrops
down windowpanes

every touch,
kiss and cry 
a biblical deluge

we love
pure, sacred
infinite

our past
cleansed
immaculate

our future
ignited,
alive


Rene~2013

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  1. MarianOctober 29, 2012 at 6:37 PM

    yes! more, please! and hang tough for the storm, Rene. xo

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2012 at 6:55 PM

      Thanks Marian
      Lucky we are not bearing the brunt of it

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  2. HelenOctober 29, 2012 at 6:51 PM

    Rene, your poem is lovely. I am sitting in an airport in the Midwest ... thankful I'm heading west!

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  3. UnknownOctober 29, 2012 at 6:56 PM

    Thanks Helen
    Go west young woman

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  4. Other MaryOctober 29, 2012 at 7:31 PM

    Oh wonderful Rene.

    our past
    cleansed...

    our future
    ignited...

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2012 at 7:39 PM

      Thank you Mary.
      Those two stanzas were the hardest to write Believe it or not

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  5. Brian MillerOctober 29, 2012 at 8:42 PM

    smiles...now that is some kiss, and some love...love the spiritual elements of this rene...

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  6. Susan AndersonOctober 30, 2012 at 3:27 AM

    So much I like about this one. The first two stanzas are my favorites.

    =)

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  7. PearlOctober 30, 2012 at 8:43 AM

    Lyrical -- and burning.

    Pearl

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  8. JinksyOctober 30, 2012 at 9:24 AM

    Here's to ignition... :)

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  9. Carrie Van HornOctober 30, 2012 at 12:36 PM

    This is so true of how love can be....lovely Rene!!

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  10. Buddah MoskowitzOctober 30, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    Wonderful, wonderful!

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  11. ayalaOctober 30, 2012 at 5:22 PM

    We love pure..I love it.

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  12. MaryOctober 30, 2012 at 6:36 PM

    This is very lovely and very loving!

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  13. TashtooOctober 30, 2012 at 7:03 PM

    This piece is ALIVE! In it's purity there is the only true perfection to be found. Fantastic share!

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  14. SilverGardeniaOctober 30, 2012 at 7:12 PM

    Very nice.

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  15. Silent Otto October 31, 2012 at 7:03 AM

    Perhaps you have struck on the true metaphysical meaning of the great flood. Had beers with an irish blke from dublin the other day , god he was funny !

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  16. Tess KincaidNovember 1, 2012 at 12:54 PM

    biblical deluge...oh yeah...

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  17. UnknownNovember 4, 2012 at 12:43 AM

    I love this.....I'm always so in awe of people who can do poetry.

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