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Mar 2019
An accidental whisper moved through
a soul thought to have been sealed; stone cold.

Yet there it was, alive with a warmth that
engaged; reawakening so many memories.

Laughter was born in those moments with a
gentle grace and ease; while fires burned in whispers.

A heart forever drifting in a space in time when
love existed in the purest form.

Forever grateful to feel that whisper move in,
making the heart of grace beat just one more time.
Lily Mae
Written by
Lily Mae  F/Northern Michigan
(F/Northern Michigan)   
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       Lily Mae, Fawn, Steven and Traveler
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