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was here before
as yesterdays –
bending words to need
listened as the wind
tomorrow told
of graces we might never earn
truth to never end
the reaching for –
when searching for
our soul
of stories
almost always –
another we could write
pages turned
are held within by shadow
pieced together
promises –
once more might I be
in places
I was born
to love you so
ten thousand
lives –
a moment’s verse
what purpose left undone
vows are kept
our passing to atone
a faraway familiar
as the moon became a bride –
whispers
welcome strangers
back to home
sweetly now
the falling
of lines no longer read
– ringing as
the light unfolds again
reminders
of some secret sun
hummingbirds will tell
of journeys –
our returning
would begin
. . .
So beautifully written, your words serenade hearts and minds with soothing melodies! They are so very amazing to move with their depth of soulfulness. Your writing from your heart will always leave lasting smiles. Thanks for sharing another beautiful gem!
This flowed very well – smooth and ethereal.
Thank you for sharing,
Eric
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Graces are a gift
but never earned
strewn along a path
that we have learned…..
xo
Me
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