from chris jensen
i am the whispering
breeze,
rustling those dead leaves..
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Day: December 17, 2017
Daily Kind Quote
from Erika Kind
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In Love and Light
The sky and the cranes that watched me and my run dream
from bethanyk
The Bunker
The thirty survivors found the bunker at daylight.
Life became a hellish routine of nearly surviving,
yet Trina says she never wants to leave.
She speaks of jumping rope and barking dogs.
She speaks of torrid flames.
Trina sees patterns in everything; God is
here, she says, as a mist or ripples in a pond,
He is in this sunset, as pink as living coral.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved
