Walkin’ in the mist,
A shinin’ tiny star guides
Me to the harbor,
Peaceful place where the soul finds
Some rest, the heart finds some warmth
Hortus Closus
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
Walkin’ in the mist,
A shinin’ tiny star guides
Me to the harbor,
Peaceful place where the soul finds
Some rest, the heart finds some warmth
molto bella
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New shapes are given
By the mist to many things,
New kinds of beauty.
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Reblogged this on lost creek publishing.
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awesome allegory. Sweet, besides. 🙂
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I thank you.
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This is just beautiful!!!
~Felicia
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I did not really appreciate just what a harbor was until I had sailed out at sea.
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Don’t we have to appreciate the journey?
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We certainly should.
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