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These are all just rough drafts. Unedited. Like me.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

My goodnight poem

To ebb and to flow. 
To be and to grow. 
To dim and to glow.
To let the heart sink and simmer below. 
Without holding it in so that no one can know. 
To let the mind float and wander above. 
That is the authentic dance of a dove. 

To raise and to praise.
To challenge the haze.
To inspire and to gaze. 
To lead by example through life's little maze.
To point towards the light while her wings are ablaze. 
When's there's more of the world and less of you to think of. 
That is the true shining symbol of love.