
This grief will wash you clean
So do not dam up the river flow
Of a heart that so sorely needs to release
The truth of everything
That happened to you
Do not allow the brace they made
To reign you in
The bit and bridle they fashioned
To silence your instincts
Or impulse to run
In the right direction
Under the biding of your own soul
For god knows
Heaven arising
Depends upon this
A cleansing of what must be
Washed clean
And purified
An undoing as well
Of all of the lies
That the devil told
Seeking only to lay to wilderness
The eternal springs
Of our verdant soul
Sounds like the cleansing process has begun…. May you sparkle under the warm midday sun, and glistening when moon beams surround you….. 🤗😁💛 xxoo
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Thanks Ivor.
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💛😊🤗
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I’m only on my phone, but I’ll send this photo from this afternoon, hope it works
https://photos.app.goo.gl/i6NmznTLHqrNoLkW9
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Okay im on my phone right now too just got home. Xox
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I hope the link opens… I had a lovely afternoon.. 😊💛
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They look a really lovely crowd too. ☺
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My “Mosquitoes and Bees” was a rave.. 💛🤗😊
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Love it!! The sculptures are gorgeous too.
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I’ll do a photo article/post… Maybe tomorrow…
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