I need the sky to walk down and touch me
freckles of memories
mark my journey
from where I’ve been
and where I’m going
Only the sky can see
wings of faith-
See me carry my paper children
feed the souls with light and promise
that soon we birth our dreams
to fly
I need the sky to come down and touch me
pick up my fragile pieces
bottle up my tears
teach me how to
carry my paper children
VisionarieKindness 2015
You’re welcome
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Hi, I’ve nominated you for The Sisterhood of The World Bloggers Award. I appreciate your work, the heart and spirit of what you do! Have fun. ~Stormie Steele (http://stormiesteele.com)
so kool thank you I’m honored to be included …I appreciate you too..Many blessings
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Beautiful words.
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thank you Gretiana,Blessings…
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thank you ,blessings
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You are speaking to the choir. I often find myself looking up in the sky and making these same entreaties, powerful!
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My paper children! Wow! Love it! Great job. More grace #GreaterWorksThanThese
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Girl that first line… I had to re-read it a few times because I loved it so much. Great leading line to such a great poem.
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No problem! 🙂
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