Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
Waters Edge
Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
A land of ineptitude.
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Gorgeous! 🙂
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wow…
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Thank u so very much! Just beginning to write on a blog ~ u encourage me!
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so beautiful!
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