from chris jensen
i am the whispering
breeze,
rustling those dead leaves..
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from chris jensen
i am the whispering
breeze,
rustling those dead leaves..
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from Erika Kind
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In Love and Light
from bethanyk
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.
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