Reach for
The sun my child,
Turning your face lightly,
Until the gold blooms on your skin,
Taking
You to
A new place in time, free from pain,
Fly on sorrows dark wings,
Made golden now,
Dancing
Reach for
The sun my child,
Turning your face lightly,
Until the gold blooms on your skin,
Taking
You to
A new place in time, free from pain,
Fly on sorrows dark wings,
Made golden now,
Dancing
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a poem about triumph, few words, so deep and encompasses so many struggles. Great !
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Thanks so much.
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you’re welcome.
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Ah so lovely! I loved reading this one! ❤
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So beautifully written, Lorraine ❤
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Thankyou so much Deborah
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