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Light of Heart


- Haiku and Acrostic

Heavy my thoughts,
Leading down darkened byways . . .
Now light of heart.


Light of heart
Is the tone of the day, they say.
Grey clouds that hovered early
Have scattered off in play.
Take my heart’s pain away!

Ofttimes the worry
Forces my eyes to brim.

Heavy heart still beating
Even with the pain.
Around the turn of evening
Rush good thoughts again.
Taking me to abode of the light of heart.

January 13, 2013

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Thank you so much, Dorene! I am so glad you enjoyed my "little stone!"

Hope the snow and ice has not gotten you bogged down there in Ohio.

Judy
Unknown said…
Beautiful!

Love, Peggy

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