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Concept of forgiveness
Sitting in solitude,
Tuning into tunes quiet as morning,
Inhaling wind-blown fragrant lilac,
Listening to foreign jelled voice of reason,
Envisioning expanse of horizon,
Thinking of lateral stance,
Seeing through lens kaleidoscopic,
Feeling feathery touch of love,
Sipping from gratitude's silvery cup,
Sifting through weights gone weightless,
Stretching with new concept of forgiveness,
Joy became a friendly royal blue bird -
Friendlier still, it perched upon your windowsill,
You looked, you saw, you understood.
Capture your moment supremely pure.
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Iris E. Sankey- Lewis
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