In the quiet glow of twilight’s kiss,
There lies a realm of gentle bliss,
Where time itself does softly bend,
And wounds, both deep and wide, transcend.
The air is laced with whispered grace,
A healing touch in every place.
The waters hum a soothing song,
That cleanses pain, where it belongs.
Each leaf that falls, each breeze that sighs,
Unravels sorrow, dries the eyes,
And in the stillness, hearts are mended,
All broken paths are softly tended.
The trees extend their patient hands,
Their roots entwined in healing lands.
Their shadows stretch in silent prayer,
To lift the burdens we still bear.
In this realm, no tears are lost,
No sorrow feels too great a cost.
For every ache that shakes the soul,
The healing realm will make it whole.
So when the world feels cold and cruel,
Step into this sacred pool,
Let its embrace, both soft and warm,
Restore your spirit, calm the storm.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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