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All Was Well

Shimmering silver cosmic trees suddenly surrounded him
Maybe he truly was the chosen, the keeper of the arrows of light
They gave him a sense of love and protection he had not felt for a long time
Maybe since his parents had passed on to the other world

These cosmic trees were speaking to him not with voice 
But through inner thoughts, telling him they chose him for his pure heart
That is what his grandmother had always called him. 
He smiled thinking of her lovely warm disposition and loving ways

He stared at his reflection in the magic reflective pathway
Noticing the harvest moon for the first time in months
Harvest moon had always been his protective nature sign
He felt the love of his grandmother and his parents. All was well.

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Date: 2/14/2020 1:35:00 AM
Nice consoling poem. I enjoyed it.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/14/2020 11:15:00 AM
Thank you Michelo