On brilliant wings,
I sense your soul approaching,
as shards of glass
it rips through hidden veil,
renders all around
to shattered darkness,
blinding all, though
inner eyes prevail.
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Thank you, Beth. 🙂 x
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.x
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This is beautiful! I can feel it too!
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Thank you, MM. I’m so glad the feeling communicated. It was strong.x
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I can tell and you did it beautifully! 🙂
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🙂 Thank you.
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This is so beautiful!
Ellespeth
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Thank you, Ellespeth.x
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Beautiful poem. It really strikes home at this time. (We are commemorating Anzac Day). Thank you for such a tender reminder. ❤
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Thank you, Susan. I didn’t know it was ANZAC Day but glad it struck a chord for you on this special day.x
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I love the sense of the ‘soul’ crashing through with such force, and yet being only ‘visible’ to one. A great poem.
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Thanks Chris. It does feel like that at times with different people. A real sort of knowing.x
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