I will be born again
in the white gold sun.
I will eat the
ripest fruit
of the tallest tree;
his juice will run
down my chin
to my breast.
I will clear
the dust
of your wake.
– Sheila c.
I will be born again
in the white gold sun.
I will eat the
ripest fruit
of the tallest tree;
his juice will run
down my chin
to my breast.
I will clear
the dust
of your wake.
– Sheila c.
sheila sea 
This is transcendent. I love the themes of hope and rebirth.
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Thank you, Eve. One can only hope. 🙂
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Wonderfully powerful. It feels like a reclamation.
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Ah, and so it is. Thank you. 🙂
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Beautiful, I cheer for the emotion it carries and I love that it invites for moving on in such a gentle and positive way.
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That’s beautiful to hear, thank you.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Wonderful poem powerfully expressed. I really enjoy your poetry. Thanks, and best wishes in your fantastic rebirth.
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Thank you, Roger. As always your positive thoughts mean the world.
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