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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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Beautiful… Subtle.. Tender💐
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Thank you much, Diana.
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Gorgeous poem!
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Thank you kindly.
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Very beautiful 🌺🌻💝
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Thank you…
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You are most welcome 😊
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Beautiful light 💖
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Yes, I thought so.
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Always striking …breathtaking…honest! Honesty is so refreshing in writing and life …love reading your stuff…
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Thank you. Sometimes I have a special motivation.
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You shine always light your name matches everything you are! 💖
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Oh my goodness! That! Is! Beautiful! The Northern Lights is something I definitely want to see sometime before I leave this world! 😮 😀
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Thank you much. Glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re most welcome! 🙂
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Wow!! Stunning and full of magic.
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Oh- yes, there is that awe inspiring magic afloat with or without rhyme or reason, if we’re attentive enough to pay attention.
Thank you much.
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So true attentiveness is all 🍂💛🍂
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And sometimes, it was right in plain view being glossed over waiting for us to take a second look around.
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Yes its about waking up to the present moment cause is waiting for us to pay attention I think I wrote a poem about this a while back if I can find it I will send you a link 🙂
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Ok, sounds good
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