
tapping into love’s distilling light
with the devotion of aroma,
all of its own,
beckoning my spirit to remember,
tender-lifts of frankincense,
and cranberry teas,
I sip at the beauty,
I embrace the awakener in me,
retrieve the roots of my soul
and hold them lightly,
dripping coils of wonder
the golden lantern
I am becoming Poet Krissy Mosley
Another fine creation Krissy, drinking in the aromatic flavors of wonder and light. Beautifully orchestrated my friend!!! Bravo! 👏🏼🙌🏼👏🏼
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thank you so much Kym ,blessings to ya 💜😊
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You’re absolutely welcome my dear friend! Pouring blessings your way too ladybug!!! 🤗💋😘
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Beautiful as always, Krissy. You’ve got such talent as a poet. I love the words, ‘beckoning my spirit to remember, tender-lifts of frankincense, and cranberry teas, I sip at the beauty.’ I can almost smell the frankincense and taste the cranberry tea. I love the videos you always include with your poems. I’ve no idea how you do that, but, however that is, they are always lovely too. Keep writing, my friend x ❤
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