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| The Awakening |
| By. Karla W. Pritchett |
| You are the stars shining, shimmering beacons of hope so close but so far away, reachable, but always out of grasp. You view my mortal faults and embrace them into the deep void, hiding them from the world, hiding them from myself ...you make me pure again. Your touch, like the caress of tender dying petals brings my skin to life. Your voice awakens me from within like forgotten embers of the old earth. My world was just a myth lost and forgotten by time but you have turned the weathered page and set my story free. You are the stars, shining, shimmering beacons of hope you guide me through the shadowy darkness and i find that I exist. |
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