Cool the evening breeze, ghost of yesteryear,
Memories returning, retell its hopes and tears.
Whence the path now leading, what echoes will we hear,
His hand grasping firmly, a kiss, He stills our fears.
~ D.F.
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“With Him at my right hand, I shall never be shaken.”
~ Psalm 16:8
Beautiful. Thank you!
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My pleasure! Have a good day :-))
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Beautiful. I hate that I keep using that word, but really, you keep writing Beautiful things!
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No worries, I love Beautiful! Thank you =D
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Very beautiful! 🙂
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Many thanks, Warren! Have a restful weekend 🙂
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