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Lighthouse poems 3

And so the day came 

when it was time to soar 

and the moment had come 

to open her wings and fly 

and the desire to shine 

Outweighed the desire to hide

and so on that wintry day 

she set out along her path 

and the angels smiled 

for they had known all along 

and so it was to be.... 

And so it was 

and the heavens rejoiced 

 

◄ Baby come on home.....

Mr blue eyes. ►

Comments

Nicola Beckett

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 21:20

Yes the only person you are true to is yourself, and once that happens miracles occur! X

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keith jeffries

Sun 21st Jan 2018 14:50

Nicola, thank you for this. It speaks of liberation. Keith

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