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Poem – Wonder
Steeped in the still black waters I see the white petals fall from the empty sky and I wonder with amazement, where do they come from? On my knees I pray not to a named deity but to the infinite canvas filled with stars and planets and know there must be a reason and wonder…
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Poem – Where From
Putting aside differences, opinions, and our views of the outside from the inside, whoever or whatever designed and created this, is pretty awesome.