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Apr 2020
You  etch  your
words upon my heart:
in pure white light
I read them.
  
I sip the nectar
of your pure
spoken sincerity.

I breathe in your
warm compassion.

I touch the tender rays
of infinite white light.
    
You meet me in the space
between your words.
Together  we talk
and walk on sacred ground.

Tobias
anthony Brady
Written by
anthony Brady  79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland
(79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland)   
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   guy scutellaro
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