Comfort

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I wish to take the load
And hold the fold of hurting
Self into my arms to bless
With whisper wise
Into the ear and soothe the cries
And fear to ease with rock of comfort
Soft like breezes blow with kisses
Gentle but I know
Not how

© K Barr

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