slipping beneath the weeping willows breath
simmering milk of almond berries,
warm and fuzzy, bringing back that
golden feeling,
the winners are many failings in progress
my greater horizon, my greater yet to be
miracles of being,
leaping wondrously, and sublime
shouting to the mama star, I’m glowing winds, I’m bursting
I’m fresh, anointings, and healings too,
I am the Sunday in someday
I am bones of answered prayers
legs and arms and how to get there
sinew over sinew, hugs of
wide -valley-moving,
miracles of being,
going -on
in the soul
A Poet's Vision 
… the perfect ending, for you, but you bring all of us to a place to expect miracles.
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Amen to that, may you have all the miracles you need oh yes!!! ๐๐๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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Delightful! ๐ Uplifting words that rise in tone. Love the upbeat jazz tempo. ๐ถ
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thank you so much , blessings to you Michele Lee ๐๐
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Thank you, Krissy, for continuing to gift us with your poetic voice. ๐
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warm and fuzzy, bringing back that
golden feeling,
the winners are many failings in progress…
The miracles of being…moving from the valley of the shadows of death, to the mountaintop of life. Great delivery Krissy!!! ๐๐ผ๐๐คฉ๐ฆ๐๐ฅฐ๐ทโฐ๐๐ฎ๐๐
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yes, Kym – you know my street , thank you always – nailed it, thank you sister ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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Stunning verse, Krissy. I love it. ๐๐๐
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thank you so much Jeff ๐๐
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Youโre welcome, Krissy. Always. ๐
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I especially love the “shouting to the mama star” part as you read it aloud–I could feel the bursting and the freshness!
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thank you so much, I appreciate that ๐๐๐๐๐
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Superb poem, excellent work ๐
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