In the frost of Winter mist
just clearing
in a pass of breeze…
In the blush of morning light
just brimming…
Was a quiet
a hush
was a quiet touch
of soul
like hers
that will not rush
Quiet of her Soul
Poet and writer of imaginative fiction; lover of ancient wisdom literature and mythology; one most passionate about the vibrant world, and all life, and all beauty...it is all I am. View more posts
Caelan Rowan McCuen
Wow that’s so beautiful
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Thanks very much!
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