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Dead of the Night
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Deborah Ann Tornillo
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Dead of the Night
Dead of the Night
Awakened by a noise
In the darkened corner
Of the bedroom.
A brass knob
Shatters the silence
Slamming against
The cherry wood.
Startled, at first
A peaceful feeling
Quickly comforting
I feel your presence.
My purpose in life
Not yet complete
So much to do
Before, I’m with you.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright© 2009
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
10/28/2009 |
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| Life can be a struggle at times and its hard to go on. Your faith shines in this touching poem! H's always there. To every thing there is a season , a time to be born , a time to live , a time to die.. Eclast: Its all prdestined!!!...M |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
10/26/2009 |
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Deborah,
Your poem is so true of life. I was once told that my purpose in life is to serve. There are none who understand this so well as those who truly believe it. In respect & admiration always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
10/24/2009 |
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| A WONDERFUL WORK...GOD'S PRESENCE IS ALWAYS SO COMFORTING. GOD BLESS AND THANKS FOR SHARING. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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