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becoming, cherokee, forgiveness, grace, living, love, nature, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

mountains rise
but not so far
they leave behind the laurel
blue against her bosom
sunlight in her hair
eastward turns a shadow
on the valley of her tears
where I am found
renewed to those
whose name of love
I wear
mountains mourning yet so grand and Live to teach, they will never fall/ Very beautiful, Love Linda
Oh, I just love the last two lines, Bobbie. They close such a beautiful poem.
Short but beautifully sweet, perfect!
….held it for a while waiting for more, but finally got the message 🙂 Thanks, Vanessa. ~ Much love, Bobbie