Let me speak into you with but a soft whisper of lifes purpose...
Let my spirit lift so that it may fill the emptyness of another
We are all a garden of mystery waiting to be cultivated, so that the seeds of greatness within may rise.
Rise into the light with an open embrace.
Plume and spread way in the glorious becoming of your own beauty.
Hold ground against darkness, keep still in motion and even more still in mind.
And yet know, all that wilter and fades holds page to the writings of tomorrow....
©x2trudrew
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