Meet in the Soul

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    • They meet in the soul

      Where poems, hues, friendships is……, and grief that devastates is not

      It could not talk…so it drew

      That could not draw… asked another to.

      Wind, blows
      Water, flows
      Grass, grows
      Love, blooms

      None of these lives when held in fists

      They meet in the soul
      Where Free is!

      When the soul is drawn
      Close to Quiet’s Beauty

      Can hear the wind, blow,
      water, flow,
      grass. grow and
      love, bloom

      Lives, the soul
      And flies
      to the coming away from grief’s sources forever!

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