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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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Beautifully written….so relatable as well…
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Thank you, Navin.
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Yes she will come…like a firefly on a cool, misty morn…❤️💐
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I’ll be sure to keep my eyes peeled just for such a day. Thank you my dear friend.
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How lovely. It’s fascinating to think of a breeze itself as rouge. Well done.
Also – I think there’s a minor typo in the very first line.
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Correct again, eagle eye. Txs, Ben.
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and it was rogue, not rouge. 🙂
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Beautiful 🙂🌷
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Thank you much my friend.
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You are most welcome dear 😊
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