Friday, November 6, 2009
In Light of
I pray for Peace, comforting peace The morning wakens wet with a drizzle of drops, of mist The quiet is tinted with hazed grays and flecks of silver This fog reminds me of frost; absorbing this autumn morn I pray for enlightenment I breathe slower this morning, wanting to take in this still I thank...
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