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often she appears to me
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Often she appears to me
calling me out of the sorrow and darkness
She reminds me of the strength
hidden inside
all the ashes I wore
& the fire that once burned
ever so brightly
within me.
Her presence
shakes my soul awake
to seek and embrace
the glowing stars and ghost flames
falling from
the black night above
And without any wings at all
I rise...
Knowing
who I once was.
~victoria pettella~
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And without any wings at all
I rise...
Knowing
who
I once
was
10 comments:
Lon Anderson
Many kind thanks for your beautiful words! Have a lovely evening.
Truly beautiful Victoria! Big Hugs!
A delight to read, vivid and imaginative. Greetings!
So sad, but so beautiful!
Magic Love Crow
Thanks so much Stacy!
Blogoratti
Many thanks for your super-kind words and visit! Much appreciation!
Nina
Hi Nina, thanks, deep appreciation!
Have a beautiful day.
PS: I hope I can leave a comment on your gorgeous blog( I am not on google plus so it may not let me) Just want you to know I love all of your posts and your magical world!
Victoria
The wings of soul are forever... they always there when we most need them, reminding us who and what we are... and why.
Magaly
powerful..healing..and magical..so beautifully said! Thank you for sharing that!
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