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Whispers Of Spiritual Self

I am the wind before peaceable calm. If I stumble blind, my mind speaks esprit, Seek and finds, critiques and will define me. I stem out and bathe in its breathing balm. Purifications rain drains through crave roots; Regains dulcet petrichor smells, restore Impressions in my mind of ocean shores, Rainbow prism refracting radiant shoots. Shadows beneath the canopy of trees. The sway in the tall emerald meadows, Coverlet ferns, and climbing vines that echoes Through and stray, like butterflies and bees. A thought of inner joy, an anagram Of my spiritual self is who I am. 4/25/2020

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Date: 5/9/2020 12:38:00 AM
Awesome imagery. Beautiful. Congrats on your win.
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Date: 5/7/2020 3:52:00 PM
Can there be anything more worthy than spiritual poetry Eve? Your depth has no bounds, at least in words. Lovely work. Congratulations.
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Date: 5/7/2020 12:41:00 PM
This is quite lovely Eve--love the last 6 lines! Congrats on your win-- it's a 1st place in my book.
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Date: 4/26/2020 11:17:00 PM
A deep look into a picture of you, dear Eve. I like your scenery. Congratulations on your win.
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Date: 4/25/2020 1:02:00 PM
It's a wonderful thing to be happy with who you are. Such imagery. Well penned indeed. Stay well my friend.
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Date: 4/25/2020 10:46:00 AM
Wonderful Spiritual Sonnet..I am the wind before peaceable calm..What a lovely line!! Great write Eve.. Good luck..
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