Wheat fields
You undress me
Stripping me of falsehoods
That invaded my wounded soul,
Clothing
Me then
In the pure white of my childhood
When joys were young and blithe
Dancing and free
Flying
Adorn
My soul this day
Throw away all the chains
That kept in place the clothes of black
That seemed
So white
And now keep me safe for ever
Entwined in innocence
Like spotless lamb
Take me
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Here is a poem from Lorraine. A lovely lady, who has been blinded by illness.
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Thanks ever so much Pete that’s kind of youxx
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Beautiful, and to me also very thought provoking. Thanks for sharing, and have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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