~Her Sky~


So often, she was listening to my unsettled fluctuating mood
One day on a high, to the next, when i was stuck in depressive brood
She swung low, like a sweet chariot, carried my burdens far away
I wonder why... taking it to the heart and she had chose to stay
When more often than not with the weight of the world and all
She came ever listening, calming storms in a memory's hall
There for all and would choose... walking in multiple shoes

Share joy ... please set it before her heart, shoo storms away ...
____________________ Skybirds ... for happiest possible blues.

'... whatever is true, whatever is noble,
whatever is right whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable- if anything is praiseworthy-
think about such things.'

Phil. 4:8

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By Debera

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