Sometimes
there are not enough words
to hold my pain
and it puddles onto the ground
wearing sack cloth prayers
but even so…
in its season
the sorrowing field sprouts grain
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Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Deep and touching poem Kae! I love the image of the seeds finding new life, after they let go of their old ways. Light and Love from Canada ☺️💞
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Aww:)… back at u
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❤ xoxoxoxox love to you Kay
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Thanks:)… last couple days a bit header than most … writing is therapy for me…
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