A shoulder where I lay my head to sleep
secure beneath the stars that stir the sky.
A shoulder on which it is safe to cry
surrounded by the scent of kindly pines.
A shoulder strong enough to shrug away
the careless burdens that I daily make.
A shoulder is the truest kind of friend.
Living on the shoulder of the mountain.
Thanks for linking to the tour. I'm so glad that you'll be offering poetry and linking up. I'm glad that there is more poetry around the blogosphere
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