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
In the mist
11 Monday Mar 2013
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Hortus Closus
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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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