My Soul Flows
My Soul Flows
By James G Piatt
In the presence of
Silence,
My essence soars
Forcefully
Like the winter wind
Amidst tall pines,
Like an angel
Emptying
Winter's thoughts into
My drifting
Soul.
In the presence of
Silence,
My essence soars
Forcefully
Like the winter wind
Amidst tall pines,
Like an angel
Emptying
Winter's thoughts into
My drifting
Soul.




So beautiful-it brought such warmeth into a lonely winter night.....
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Lovely!
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