"WHERE MEMORIES COME TO REST"
Tuesday, 23 June 2015
There is a sacred place she goes to, every single day,
It is that place of still silence, where she goes to pray,
Where there´s no interference, by fussy hand of man,
Where there is no need to fret, to plot, or even to plan,
Where no noise is heard, & there´s no harsh glaring light,
Where nothing´s ever wrong, & all´s gentle & oh so right,
She goes away to that place, where she feels so very whole,
That place deep within her, that ancient Gods call the soul.
6/23/2015 06:56:00 pm
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