I drink in words
And pour them out.
Language soothes
A place without.
Thoughts in poetry
Guide my mind.
Interpretations,
Peace, I find-
Where otherwise,
Rocky steps
Could bring demise.
My Savior places
Gifts within
To grow with life
To grow again.
Oh I like this one especially. What grand photos you choose!
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Thank you. Some of my photos have been waiting a long time for words.
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wow.. very nice
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thanks
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