Whispered kisses fall from the heavens
A gentle awakening
Offering blessings of light
Everything is blanketed in newness
And
There is a typing error. Witing should be Writing.
I am glad you find this place to be helpful and that you are growing.
I
I am growing in front of me,
feeling each brick, concrete, cement,
added to my structure,
noticing all the nurturing,
Old Books
I'm glad Len helped you out somehow, you spambot.
Hewlett Today, 06:38 AM