Love Poem: Supplicant At His Feet
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Written by: Eve Roper

Supplicant At His Feet

In the shade of the celestial covert, quite inviting, resonating a flow through the earth comfort. The vibrating strings deliver nature’s music surge, a sink, and rise medieval lyric fluidity of soft floating harp sound. Softest of feathers, lightly wound, outpouring motion of hovering rare coloured birds' flawless, untamed wings. To arouse the beast that lies in supplicant at his feet does not stray, sung asleep with lullabies. A spirit of fraternity, forged by time, love and care of creation for eternity. 10/7/2017