Heart Of The Matter
The Prophecy
I read again,
Words hastily written,
The words of love,
Once shy, twice bitten,
Scribbled notes,
They don't make sense,
All written there,
In future tense ..
The cards were laid,
The message bold,
The words were warm,
The heart was cold,
And disbelieving,
Was the mind,
The secret code,
I'll never find,
But I read again,
The message clear,
All come to pass,
Within a year,
With blinkered eyes,
I couldn't see…
I'm living in,
The prophecy.
Linda Harnett, ©2008
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The Prophecy
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