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take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and seventy five degrees: ‘tell yourself a thought that’s true…’

Blue Truth ~ Jamie Woon

one hundred and seventy five

Morning. Dawn, breaks. Molten gold, leaking. Through grey, cloud. Two, blue heron. Summount, the oak. Like angels. While autumn, lambs prance. In the greening, fields. Beneath. Blooddrum, soaring. Singing, joyous. For the son. Signs, affirm. Your name, scrawled. In, sky. White, upon blue. Hear, my heart. Urging yours, on. Soul, call. You feel, me. In, dream. Though veiled, by fear. Of flight. Find courage, to dare. Stretch free, your wings. With love.

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There’s nothing that you can’t come through…

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2 comments on “one hundred and seventy five degrees: ‘tell yourself a thought that’s true…’

  1. clara
    March 25, 2013

    This! Adore!

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