He reaches
to her slumbering form,
gathering her
within his arms.
Brushing her hair
with his breath,
he pulls her
against his heart,
too full of
her
to search
for words.
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Shawn L. Bird 
The inner poet escapes eh Shawn. Beautiful. x Hugs
Well, in yesterday’s poem ‘he’ didn’t say anything, and so I had to come up with a reason why, right? 😉
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great imagery
So beautiful. No words. Shared on Twitter.
So beautiful.
Thanks. It’s one of my favourites.
May I have your permission to reblog this poem? If you don’t mind, of course. Just thought it was really beautiful.
Of course you may! Thank you for the compliment!
You’re welcome. Best thing I’ve read in a long time.
Found this on twitter! Beautiful.
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Reblogged this on Scriptor Obscura Writes and commented:
This is really beautiful. One of the best I’ve come across on WordPress in years. Since I started blogging, probably. This is really beautiful.
Lovely.
…too full of her for words…beautiful silence.
I had written https://shawnbird.com/2013/01/29/words-2/ the day before, and this one was in response to a comment left about that one. 😉