coming out from the
wilderness to witness sky
pewters and silvers God’s
reaching to me i
hear a broken whisper
sliding down the rays
of blessed light night
waiting to spread her
wings over the trees
that will house His
knowledge gifted to us
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words less spoken 
Hallucination? Nice write.
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Lol perhaps thanks for reading friend xo
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I love the sky in pewter
and in silver, too. xo
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Fanks, Nick xo
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Stunning piece!
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Thank you friend ✌❤
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You’re welcome!
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Prayers… why do we whisper them?
Lovely.
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Thank you friend 🙂
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Fabulous word-weaving.
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Thanks Sue xoxo
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