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August Hands
LMG Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (July 12,1952 / New York City)

August Hands

Destiny's child knows his hour
Treasured as Infinity's hand
Child of the wind sweeps eternal
A gypsy's twirl on the land

A brief respite from the minute
As charted by these hands
Retrieved the king and pawn, forgiven
Humbled by Eternity's hand

Each bequeathed a legacy
Time's anchor in the sand
And infinite love imparts
Hope's echo of the man

As is written in the stars
The vessel is bound to land
Mirrored the return of an image
Your ghost plays Destiny's hand.

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very nicely written it is written in the stars whatever will be will be
........imagery gives life to this poem...........you are truly wonderful write.................I invite you to read.....To bosom thee.I'll rise......and comment your views...
this is excellently written, great job
It is true we are ghost Till we leave the earth Evaporate Leaving a shadow That will melt... Lorraine you have endless imagination... Write and run through without exhaustion... But your name is too long for me to learn I will call 'Lorraine without exhaustion...'
You're a very talented writer, Lorraine. This is excellent and a pleasure to read. Your imagery paints such wonderful pictures in the mind. Warmest regards, CJ Heck
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