The echoes

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Sunday 25th October 

The echoes of the day
Seem faint and far away
Allowing the soul to pray
In its unspoken way

No judgment here to find
No urgency to please
Just truths of every kind
That settle in the breeze

Landscapes of the soul
Unfurled in softest light
Making the spirit whole
Chasing shadows of the night

Love you so much

xxxxx

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