Before the morning sun could cusp it’s meeting of dew. Sweet lifts in clovers, surrounded the ground. A flock of birds in full swing. We brought our rounded broken hearts of flesh. A new morning to touch. Fresh oil to pour. A prayer we give to thee.~Krissy♥
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thank you kindly blessings to you 🙂
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