When alone
Blessed time
Illuminates
My heart onto
Sweet parchment.
Words caress joy
Into smiles
As my soul releases
Its gift to
The spilled ink
Along thankful lines.
Love shows me
Its wondrous gift,
I’m whole again
Blessed Time
When alone
Blessed time
Illuminates
My heart onto
Sweet parchment.
Words caress joy
Into smiles
As my soul releases
Its gift to
The spilled ink
Along thankful lines.
Love shows me
Its wondrous gift,
I’m whole again
My Poetic Style 
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