Unexpected Gifts
By sidewinder
Golden whispers, Wings of the wind, Echoes of the past, Twilight waters rushing through visualizations beyond the circles whisper softly a wisdom from the past, Pure essences rise to touch a point of transformation, Swords of meditation, tears of peace sheltered by a trust, Joy and sorrow meet as one, Metaphors touch the shadow and reveal the open door to mysteries and unexpected gifts in our lives, Destinations to truth that transcend those miracles in dreams sacred in healing. Dec. 30, 1997 Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 06:07 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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