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June 19, 2024
Forever Young
I want to wear my heart
on my Self
not just on my sleeve.
I did when I was young
imbued with hope
and lit by a holy spark.
Found feathers were magic wands
to clear away the shadows.
Storm clouds were just
languid shapes in water.
I open to that now,
a cross I will gladly bear.
12 lines
Prompt: picture of a young girl carrying a bedraggled feather
Pholarchos Tarot--10 of Wings--Can the mind be wide enough to invite all things?
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