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Mar 2017
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leaves crunch under my feet
golden light spills through the the branches that criss-cross above
and god sits with me
birds chatter somewhere else- in their own world
i can feel the dirt under me and the silence that embraces warmly
no one is here
no one ever seems to be
god sits with everyone
silence fills the void and we are not apprehensive anymore
Written by
Becca Smith
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