Beautiful Words
Well she found that sweet spot,
Where her heart can pick the knot.
Words found a path back into her hand,
They were pleased to submit to her demand.
Her view of her dreams is still cold and bleak,
But it is truth that she seeks.
She’ll go wherever the landscape takes her,
Her story reads as a blur.
But the words have come back,
And this hand shall not slack.
It shall move to the rhythm of one heart,
Until this soul should depart.
It is my life, the air I breath,
It is my heart’s sheathe.
Beautiful, grateful, words I love,
Put into my heart by The Maker Above.
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