EASTER 2021
Like dandelion puffs
My secrets are dispersed in the air,
Leaving bare my soul.
My love,
I am a prism reflecting you.
Emptying herself of sorrow
Mary wept at the tomb as
Did we all.
Gather
The dreams, those we take with us,
Those we leave burning
Behind.
In the Garden
Nothing is hidden.
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