And I felt those words as I turned the pages,
the same as when I stood on the mountain
gazing,
what flows in my spirit
like the wind messing up my hair?
I do think if I was Native American
or First Nations my name would be,
Standing on the Mountain,
and I would be there often
shaping words
into poems and prayers.
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I love the ending. What’s more reconforting than shaping words into poems an dprayers? Well done! 😊
Thanks alot! Peace and have a great week!
❤ Love the thought of shaping words – such a nice image.
Thank you M.B.! Shaping words is cool I think. 🙂 Peace and have a wonderful week.
Ooh this is wonderful. Mountains and prayers…❤
Thank you D.A.! Peace and be wonderfully blessed.
And you