short stop before eternity
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Cherry Blossom
The Spirit fills the soul like petals of cherry blossom in the wind,
leaving scents of grace, wiping tears off of my visage
The breeze gently welcomes new life, n
ever in a hurry, singing ever so slowly.
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