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She’s been dead for so long, withered, dry husk walking on dry bones. But the seeds of Truth found resting place, just enough soil to take root in fragile heart – and hope blooms, tentative, a fragile wildflower in a barren wasteland, rays of brilliance in a sea of green.
She’s been dead for so long,
withered,
dry husk walking
on dry bones.
But the seeds of Truth
found resting place,
just enough soil
to take root in fragile heart –
and hope blooms,
tentative,
a fragile wildflower
in a barren wasteland,
rays of brilliance
in a sea of green.
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One thought: beautiful!
Aw, thanks! 🙂
I love the personal implications… 🙂
Personal? Yikes! (Just kidding…) Thanks, Marcy!
Rays of brilliance indeed! Well done, Melody. May that wildflower’s radiant beauty find many admirers as bees to an irresistible bloom–and may they be worthy of her magnificence.
Russ
Wow – may it be so, indeed! Thanks, Russ!
Can feel like her many times!
I think we all do, at one time or another… Thanks, Deb!
Beautifully put!
Thanks! 🙂
Rays of bountifulness!
Thanks Lady Lovely!
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