There, beneath fallen feathers,
sheltered by brilliant cotton scraps,
dreaming behind forest faerie doors,
floating within tiny walnut-shell vessels–
her spirit sleeps.
Spirit Worlds
There, beneath fallen feathers,
sheltered by brilliant cotton scraps,
dreaming behind forest faerie doors,
floating within tiny walnut-shell vessels–
her spirit sleeps.
Somethign Arthurian about this one. Love it.
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Oh that’s a great compliment. Thank you.
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Nice place for a nap… –Curt
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Yes. 🙂
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Such beautiful imagery… ♡ I loved it
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Thank you!
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Your words moved me to think of Mother Earth and her omnipresent spirit. Thank you.
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🙂
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