Posted by Pattimari.
Yesterday seems so pure
Blended with light fluffy fun;
giggles with innocence
filled each day with talent
Posted by pattimari on October 26, 2009 at 4:40 am
If I could, I’d polish the heavens
and harvest the kindred,
without hesitation, and brighten it with hope
While you set in the muddy pond of letting go
I know I can open the doors to a new corridor
To soften your wounded spirit and
take you out of scar
I know I can wander the terrain
to explore a new pathway
To warm your spirit
that holds you in the light
to take you out of the
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