thoughts
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Aligned with vanity, So much disappears That holds hope; That leads thought; That blows away. The dust knows not The wind nor the ground – Making peace with each once, in a while. Can it be my soul? A foot on the rung That Ascends, Temporal to eternal. Or, the heart of faith? Firmly grounded… Read more
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Where on the earth Does the cold wind end? I should wish to be, Right where it quits, All tired from blowing with Low pressure fits. Does wind just fall Upon awaiting ground, Continuing to death, Without a sound? To join once more In softly seen air – Gently brush your cheek, Muss up your… Read more
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I wonder in color, dream in vivid hue. count blessings on hands and feet, awaken amid waxing blue The days ever so bitter, the time ever so lost. all safely tucked away now, forgotten tattered and tossed. Optism is the brighter way, joy is better still. when hope and trust in greater things, are resting… Read more
