7/4/2020 2 Comments The Brave OnesAfter residing in the soil surrounded By harsh, cold and dark elements Soft pinks, whites, blues and yellows Each bring out their brave head Like innocent Joan of Arcs filled with light, Calling for surrender Grateful for their light, tender touch
We finally rest at home and surrender in the sweet grass Filling ourselves up with sweet Love, With sweet Light, With sweet Connection The gifts of this sweet and sacred Time
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Caroline Shooner
11/4/2020 09:05:30
Beautiful pictures and words, Kiki!
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Kiki
18/4/2020 13:08:13
Thank you Caroline, such a beautiful poem you shared! xoxo
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