Light that falls
from the hand
of a father into
the soul of
a child
runs a race
that can only be described
as something
u can never touch or
caress.

My heart goes
to those in pain
and my love reaches
into the pit
that others stand in
and drags me to them
pushing a weight on
me that I long to hold
and gather and fix
FALLING LIGHT
Stove
Poetry Page
Let Me
BY: April Lord
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