DEEP BEAUTY - Welcome to My Woven Words


Somewhere I hear the sweet sound
Of a flower opening
And as it turns towards the sun
Its brightness blinds me,
For from the shadows of the passing cloud
Your face smiles down upon me.
Such beauty is hard to face full on
But I must, because it is given Freely and with truth.
Smiling softly, I take this wonder,
Cradling in it trembling hands,
Hearing a soft sigh as I hold it to my lips, Kissing it softly before Allowing it to flutter away

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