messages from divine love scattered to the four winds
all this area drained of color
you are resurfacing like a mountain that disappeared behind fog
I gave you three choices
fiction, non fiction or silence
and you chose all three
this will set you free
blessed decision
crumbling like sand castles
making a new fortress of sounds
and someday we will look back
and give thanks for all that we had and remember
the sweetness of life
the bitterness of life
i will savor this
your touch holds its own madness
sad fact brewing but beauty may overtake it
maybe you will open new pathways
to help others walk freely
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