I will build my little altar
In the woods where fairies play
Where gentleness reigns
And sweet voices sing
Where playfulness is the religion
And there is no judgement
For being as children
Is the way to finding heaven
Where transparency is the path
That everyone walks
Light as a feather
No black coats
Or white plastic smiles
Whilst behind the eyes is evil
An arrogance that only power can bring
A need for position
And a cruel icy coldness
I will build my little altar
In the woods where fairies play
Stunning! Very vivid imagery!
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Sounds like a wonderful place. 🤗
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this is so. vivivd and clear
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Thanks Shantanu. I loved writing it and imagining it. I know jUST the place to set one up!
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Beautiful indeed
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😊
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I love this Lorraine. I could picture myself feeling free to be childlike and believing in the unseen and miracles. very well done.
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Thanks wendi
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my pleasure
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The heart of a child is innocent and pure.. so sad what the church projected on children.. loved this Lorraine.. ❤
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That is so very true Deborah xoxo
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