Posted in Me in real life

Childish ways…

In gardens
where secrets
are kept,
she lived a life
she could not forget…

Touching snapdragons
collecting dreams,
she’d stepped into
a time machine…

Taking her back
to childish ways,
to the music
of halcyon days…

A time lord sent
to be her guide
to show her the moments
when grace collides…

She recognized
her sacred call,
he’d come to lead her
through the squall,
to bring her back
to herself,
to be the movement
that love compels,

and show her pathways
of divine truth,
to hold onto gratitude,
and find her groove…

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I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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