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A Waltz

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Breathe in the buttery sun Warming the naked skin With laughter from the wind Songs of gladness filling The senses with whispers of Imagination, inspiration Wade in gentle pools of liquid Tenderness, faded by Waves of sensitivity, graceful Flowing flames of kindness Beckoning from the heart Whispers of soothing thoughts Welcome the dawn with a smile Hopeful and alive, desire Flames of faith enlightening Coloring the feelings in melodies Rich with compassion, like A brilliant sense of affection Reach out to the stars, the moon Flickering, glimmering Enriching the heart with truths Sung by shimmering light Pulsating across the darkness In flavors of innocence Walk in the forest, vibrant hues Of faded olive and emerald Comforting green blazing love Like a fresh, crisp glimpse Into the spirit’s enchantment Starving the dark dread Dance in the shadows of light Painting ridges on mountains Arousing truth in the brilliance Of a blushing rose or A tender white daisy reaching up To smile tenderly from its eye Taste the influence of dawn The sigh of a tangerine sun At dusk, when light fades Into the fireflies and moon Which light up the night And glow beneath silent dreams Nature awakens, enriches, creates Ponders, doubts and praises With its moist leaves and amazing Prayers, lingering on oaks Pines who sway hesitantly beneath Rainfall and dewdrop, waltzing thankfully I’m thankful for creation Isaiah 45:18 For thus saith the LORD that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the LORD; and there is none else.

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Date: 8/1/2021 4:11:00 AM
A poem of immense gratitude Gina, we are so lucky to enjoy the wonders of creation. Tom
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