Just a quiet foreshadowing, a whisper through the trees,
The past, its days reflecting, yet what glories beckon thee.
For sure, His hand was guiding, while dark the hour may be,
O Await the dawn, its breaking, there, Love, victorious, free.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
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This is beautiful!! Thank you!
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Thanks, Cheryl! 😃
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Nice. Peace does come through this singular revelation doesn’t it? Thanks for posting this.
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My pleasure!! 😀
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Lisa! Have a lovely day!
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The smoothest poem i have ream all day 🙂
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Excellent! Glad to hear 😃
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no prob.
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Very nice imagery and I love the photograph.
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Many thanks, Pavanneh! 😀
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I seek that guidance always. Thank-you.
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