I Send Out These Words

There is a magic in words isn’t there

These words I write here

Like prayers, or creeds

Little pulls at fate

Out into the world I send these words

Let myself be free of the burden to hide my heart

Let me open to love’s whisper

And let loves source find me

Ready and waiting for whenever they are willing

Elizabeth Almeida ©2024

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