A little Gift

 

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She sat on us – dressing our skins with a bountiful awaiting.

She gave us – aloe’s bitter mist.

Her dew is full and refreshing.

I never saw clouds fall, quite like heavy burdens exploding.

I ‘ve seen the sky carrying her young.

I’ve stepped through teary, boughs rejoicing.

I no longer pray on my knees .

I’ve given them a rest.

 

 

 

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