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Sacred Season I Watch A Child Flourish


A small trickle of life...the warming dawn reveal, a new season of snow melt, where tributary's and veins begin to build, spilling into a river of torrent dream and winding to the valley below, "a gift of the sacred season" as I drown in the poetic water's and write an unconditional song bestow....of purity, of birth, of love and simple thought, where the living water sustain 
a child's dream without cost. 

sacred water's flow
across the subtle lagoon
a child splashing 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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