23 Sunday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
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acceptance, angels, beauty, bessings, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, grace, living, love, nature, peace, sorrow, soul
in the sweet
that is waking
my heart with the dawn
light fills each window
with graces
unknown
to those only sleeping
dreaming of this
dew written soft
to the bible
of home
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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of such, our graces are presented anew……
Loveliness~
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Love this…
Somehow, I thought you might…….. It speaks to a world that knows you by name.
“dew written soft to the bible of home” ❤️ it makes me think.
Which is a lovely thing, dear Julia………. ❤
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