The trees reach out
with aged leaves
to touch my head as I pass,
and the wind
whispers its gentle blessing.
I travel on
in autumn brightness,
my spirit soaring,
for tangible Love
surrounds me.
with aged leaves
to touch my head as I pass,
and the wind
whispers its gentle blessing.
I travel on
in autumn brightness,
my spirit soaring,
for tangible Love
surrounds me.
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