The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Sometimes, when doubt creeps in, the goddess gifts me with a sign - and this poem, not written by me, tells exactly what I carry in my heart.
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Poems
The Boy Who Saw Me
Awkward smile
Bright eyes, black curls soft as a shadow
A mind blazing with ideas - tangled words, patterns, and a sea of love
For the broken ones who don't know