I wished for a mountain
with a babbling brook
a rock to climb
and a moment of calm,
where love, cannot touch you
except the swelling of your heart
as sunlight breaks through cloud
into bird song melody.
I dreamt of a forest
vast and crowded
with buzzing, bees and everything
in between,
where love, cannot find you
running through leaves
deeper into the moss.
I woke in a house
with brick walls
and plastered ceilings
at dawn, rosy and golden
a home and sanctuary,
in which love, was free
to touch and find me;
the girl who didn’t realise,
she was enough.
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WP #5: enough
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I adore this and the way you end it with “the girl who didn’t realise, she was enough.”
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Thank you ☺️ I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Yes! You are enough, and enough is plenty. Your imagery was stunning, Kristiana! I loved this.
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Thank you very much, as always, for stopping by with nice things to say! ☺️
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You are right my friend. One day we learn. We have what we need. Great wisdom shared in your words.
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Thank you very much for both your kind words and the reblog! ☺️
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Love this! Filled with compassion & wisdom…
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Thank you very much ☺️
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