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tangled
I’ve been tortured
by the want to tend it all
to leave my lowly mark
upon the world
soothe the heart
and stop the baby crying
for a while
to save the well –
and let the curtains
fall
trusted
with the harvest
buried with the seed
and watered
me the blessings
of the soil
waited
wailed
and wondered
was the first to know
their names
marigold
and venus –
righteous silver
queen
make my bed
of needles –
quartz and lazy pine –
move the night to make
the stars align
stitch my coat with passions
weaved along the way –
when wished I more
than e’er the world
could pay
tornadoday 
touching dear. the long yearning of being loved in return pines here
This is beautiful!
So very humbling, i feel the emotions in your words, and i think we all would like to leave our mark on the world in some special way if we are honest with ourselves, I magine that one day someone may say in the future, ‘look what i found this morning a poem that expresses exactly how I feel and it made me smile again.’ The pure love in what we share with our writings will always stand the test of time…love is all embracing and timeless…I could feel your self-less heart in the breath of every word…masterfully done!