there is that time between…
when there is no seamless seam
when all is lost…no forever dream
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
there is that time of season
where there is no reason
every event appears like treason
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
it is within that stillness that we must go
travel deep into the snow
cleanse and breathe and give it one more show
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
Footprints of Thoughts 
Beautiful and straight to the Soul!!!! Amen!!
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thank you, Nancy….thanks for your visits to my blog and your constant encouragement!
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Beautiful 🙂
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thank you for your generous compliment, Di! and for visiting my blog! Blessings on your day!
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thank you for your very kind comment and your visit to my blog, Di!
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Each word carefully placed, each full of dimension and emotion. The rain sitting still seems somehow excruciating and disillusioned. Poor raindrop, I think it needs a hug. Beautifully done.
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Sheri, you understood it well! The raindrop thanks you for the hug! and thank You for the visit!
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beautiful, Jane!
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thank you, Celestine!
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As always your poetry is so very beautiful. this one is particularly haunting.
i have nominated you for The Lighthouse award. It’s particulaly appropriate to your fantiastic writing.
you can read about it here.. http://livingwithshadows.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/the-lighthouse-award/
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thank you so very much! your compliment drops love into my heart! thank you! and thank you for the award!
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Happy to pitter patter some love down on you anytime! so glad you liked the award.
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