When I read the words you weave it is as if you are whispering in the stormy night when hurricanes thrive and lighting crashes rumbling through the dark but I hear you even when you do not utter a word just by looking in your heart in your soul and find the seeds of courage growing.
Lovely poem. I felt a sense of place, saw pieces of images–it had a strong effect!
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nice David
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Love this!
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Only just noticed this repost. Glad you liked it enough to share it. Thanks ever so much.
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That’s alright š
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