I sometimes forget to walk within my healing,
boundaries not withstanding
often preferring
the purity of winter,
the breath of the forest,
and hawk wings balancing
on my shoulders.
Scars?
What scars?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
I sometimes forget to walk within my healing,
boundaries not withstanding
often preferring
the purity of winter,
the breath of the forest,
and hawk wings balancing
on my shoulders.
Scars?
What scars?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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Awesome! Inspiring really!
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Thank you so much! Peace to you.
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My pleasure, Nico! Thank you for sharing your writing and photography. 🙏
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All sky is ancient – all our breathe and thoughts can get lost when flying with hawks.
Lovely.
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I appreciate your input, Jules.😊
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