In the stillness
and total darkness I sit in wait at the entrance to my Soul's gate. A Deep breath to relax and remind me, I can never be late. For, in the perfection of Divine Plan Each Heart awakens according to it's own fate. All stories washed purely and dried in the wind warmed by the sun cleaned of all sin. Returned ever so Gently to it's mate The smell of fertile soil A new journey to begin A ride on the spiral coil topsy,tervy,adjoil again
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