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Uriel's Gaze




I feel You gazing at me
What message do You scribe
From what divine source do You abide
Uriel, sitting with St. Peter, amidst the heavens
From Your divine source I shall abide
The message You do scribe
Feel me staring back at You


Janet


Still gazing at The NaiSaiKu Challenge

Comments

  1. Hi Janet, I'm Gazing, you're amazin'!
    Nicely written poetry!!

    Thanks for playing along!

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  2. I love your poetry. It makes me float in the air. You're the sweetest thing ever.

    I've written that post about Brazil I promised you. Have you seen it?

    I'm going to talk about Fate this week and answer your e-mail. Take care girl!

    All my love!

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  3. AnonymousJuly 22, 2009

    that reminds me to take up this challenge myself ! and i love your takes so very much !! very creative :)

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  4. Janet,

    I'm starting a new blog with a friend who's a damn good writer, here's the address

    http://living-in-amusement.blogspot.com

    We're going to post in English only and we'd both love to have you following it and spreading you love there, too. It's all about poetry and other pieces of writing. Hope to see you there.

    Kiss your cheeks!

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  5. Andy - that was very sweet of you.

    Stan - very definitive - thank you for noticing.

    Thank you lostmermaid - I'll be watching for yours.

    Dear Kenia - love to hear from you as always - thank you for the invite, I am heading right over...

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  6. Ah, a sweet ring of magic!

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  8. A melodious and sublime poem. Great pic!

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