I was buried deep beneath the clay Not yet aware of the daylight. Curled up and cloistered, feeling the hours pass away while shadows slipped through earthworm tunnels. Gradually I grasped some sense to reach for soil below; gravity - my clarity, all I cared to know. Then it one day occurred to me that … Continue reading Seed
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You were made for more . . .
You were meant for more than this,but your wings were clipped.How will you reach those distant shores?The ones you have only heard of in tales?You were made for more. Dreams can only take you so far.Within those fantasies you cannot stay,So, you carry them with youIn the refuge of your heart,But what good are they … Continue reading You were made for more . . .
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