She calls to me in the breeze
Sending whispers of who I am
As I'm high in the trees
My feet caught in the sand
I feel her beneath my fingers
The essence of her scent
And in my soul lingers
The beauty of her sense
Through the tears in my eyes
The clearer I now see
Through the fog of lies
For her light makes me free
Her soul rushes from her stones
Swirling through my hands
And now I feel I know
That she truly understands
And now I feel you
And now I sense you
Now you are real
You are no more concealed
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Ellen Gibson
It is my goal to help others through my writing. I hope to inspire and encourage the people who read my works. Thank you to everyone who supports me. Much love and blessing to you all!
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