If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed
and my spine flexible.
If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me.
Then I would know from whence I came.
Golden emeralds carved my skins.
Love breathe light in.
And -when the morning woke up – I was made.
When night kisses me, I fly.
And when sweet roses tickle my bones- I laugh.
After all- I am something dark and beautiful.
(google image- created by frank Morrison)
This is beautiful…just like you!
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awe too kind blessings to you- beautiful Loristrawn 😉
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Great piece of prose…
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thank you Don blessings 😉
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You’re welcome Kristina
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This? Bliss!
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thank you kindly rhcwilliams 😉
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This is exquisite — so simple like the words have their own wings.
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thank you kindly Maren 😉
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Beautiful and descriptive,simply amazing.
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thank you kindly 😉
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awesome thank you for thinking of me Lisa ❤
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