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words my words take them take aspects of my soul the pain the gain the going insane a few random words overheard take them or leave them m..

I find my place of spiritual peace Again, just when I feel I never will. There is a sense of freedom and release. I can't know all the answers, but..

There was an eclipse, and a violent storm, on the afternoon that Lucy Lightfoot disappeared. Only Lucy's horse ever saw the white light, as light..

At seventeen, so radiant, hair raven black, eyes emerald green - the local lads, they just don't stand a chance. Lucy's heart is in the village ch..

There is a bridge across a stream. Descending leaves are golden-brown, creating a tranquil, autumnal scene: a spiritual sanctuary, place of pure p..

around and around on the carousel spinning around and around merry-go-round multi-coloured dreams vibrant darkness the colours of confusion ar..

oh beloved Rhiannon know the rhythm of my jaded heart as sapphire skies dissolve into ebony and stars dance and I stare almost trance-like ..

Here's the spiritual rhythm of the universe. Hear my spirit's song - and now, I add a new verse.

Hope sometimes comes to us in pastel shades. It isn't always either black or white, or even grey. I feel that hope, when needed most, will oft..