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NEWTOWN, CT: MY DEDICATION TO THE DEC. 14, 2012 TRAGEDY
By: Terania Turi
The open space is so clear
Pick up a little angel and brush away the tears
My limbs like plumage, as I reach for the skies; to welcome the new blaze of spirit
Why should one feel, they need to be unfamiliar; with an attachment so powerful?
Like they say, for every loss there is a gain…Call it the gift of sadness.
Granted to us by our considerate universe; this infinite endowment – will not let us usually sustain without noticing it.
Mind’s eye now has it that,
Together you once took your bows through the wild soul of it all
And now it’s time to turn on your set of stars
For light and dark, wings apart.
Bleeding hearts, may you now rise through the grace of breath more passionately or chose to watch over the ramparts.
Though certainty has it, that through cosmic reality; the absolute treasure gives us the authority over our own acknowledgement, to be either weakened or strengthened by the tribulation…
Even so, the greatest joy is that we possess all that is limitless;
Sure not to lose, for all you hold dear.
For when you will want to take to the air,
You won’t fall.
You’re with your baby.
Masquerade of castles in the air.
The only way to see through the rain and
Brighten up easily.
Each day I pray, the slate be wiped clean
That one’s lapse no longer causes any misery
it was through this verse that I express how I was touched.
Everybody is…
Everybody needs the color flame.
Blessings to All,
*Mrs. T*