A meadow's lark, a newborn's tear,
Life lies ahead, heart beats without fear.
A mother's breast, a child's whim,
A rose petaled kiss, a soft touch to the skin.
Open eyes, towards the heavenly sky,
Never alone, together we fly high.
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| Centennial, CO |
5 comments:
Beautiful and inspiring!
I agree; reflective and thought-provoking. More please Joshua !
Love the photo as equally as the words.
Thanks Josh for lighting my day with that poem, to keep things in prospective I reed it almost every day.
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