Donna
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Handprints of light scatter-flung, direct inner sight in the deep dark night.
Moonbeams dance, flit, prance, and run on the seams of sweet dreams.
Reach for a star blazing or blinking, something amazing happens from afar.
Catch, in the basket of sentiment, beautifully-brave memoirs, the wink of loved ones, transcendent, shooting across an inky universe like glittery popstars.
Each handprint of light pressed upon your essence, the mere spiritual guiding presence, salvation; where no beginnings or ends are, tapping intuitions vibration, there infinity lives, right is housed and gives rise to comforts translation, erasing ambivalence.
©Donna H.
June 23, 2022
(Picture: Pixabay)

Moonbeams dance, flit, prance, and run on the seams of sweet dreams.
Reach for a star blazing or blinking, something amazing happens from afar.
Catch, in the basket of sentiment, beautifully-brave memoirs, the wink of loved ones, transcendent, shooting across an inky universe like glittery popstars.
Each handprint of light pressed upon your essence, the mere spiritual guiding presence, salvation; where no beginnings or ends are, tapping intuitions vibration, there infinity lives, right is housed and gives rise to comforts translation, erasing ambivalence.
©Donna H.
June 23, 2022
(Picture: Pixabay)
