Published:  June 23rd, 2010 18:15 EST
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Malice's Mercy
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I am bothered in all kinds of places right now. There is a beauty in this freedom. It wraps me like a soft blanket, like warmth and breath. Sometimes the wind is overwhelming and I cry when I see the sun. Sometimes the birds compel me and I am uncertain here. I am wishes and dreams of what is soon to be. I am aftermath and silence, surrender and calm. I am raging love and exclusive laughter with smiles that are only mine. I smell sweet. I am Divine. I am Malice`s mercy. I am grace so achieved, and if you need to feel alive, my friends, just look at me. I am human poetry, the song of the weeping willow tree and if the mood should strike you, sing songs and dance. Its not difficult, this place. Its not so frustrating, this disgrace, as the matriarch falls on the flowing reeds. They are out-numbered by tornadoes of love, sweeping swiftly across these mountainous deserts. And I am a witness. I am the sand scribe. I read the tides, discover windstorms and interpret the moon. I speak through midnight. Doubt me not for I have none to gain but just a lesson of where my heart should speak. And so I give freely a moment of me. ~v~ (copyright @ DBV Publishing. Any reproduction of this work for profit is punishable by law. With that said, if you want to share Vennie`s work, please respectfully credit her.)
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