“It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.”
―
Losing touch with creation,
the skies became a shroud,
in reflections of bleakness, she’d forgotten her vows…
The raw winds were blowing
omens of dread,
crimson perspectives
of brokenness bled…
Then mists of tenderness
traversed the void,
melding with stillness,
shutting out the noise…
like a reed of sorrow,
bent with favor,
she bathed in light,
and her heart became braver…
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AllysoAlly 
i can see the delicate reed of sorrow bent by the grief and sorrow, but she’s strong and so beautiful, her heart just knows the way home.
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Thank you, my sweet Gina. 🙂
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Beautiful & tru!
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Thank you, Cindy. 🙂
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