She’ll just come on Like a tundra dawn To move this mountain Soft and so soothing Welcomed enveloping Slow and very gentle Colorful and determined Taking my breath away Like a rogue frigid breeze Making fires in me, rage My soul can’t help but sing In baritone, Amazing Grace Inside my heart and mind With every beat I create She’s someone- love sent She’s God’s gifted… evidence Poet of the Light © 2020
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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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