Wait for it

If I could extract the precious memories of my heavy heart and place them into glass orbs.
They would tinkle with every nostalgic sigh, I never knew such unrestricted passions.
The purest image of it in my mind as I walk the thin line in Grace.
My prayers on my lips,
Making sure I slip in thanks
As I leave myself both open and on the outside.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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