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Clairaudient Butterfly I sit. I sit. I sit and I stare. Through the midst Of early morning rise, I'm reminded to look Beyond the fog with faith. Seeds of wisdom dropped Upon me gentle and softly Like popcorns of rain. Standing before Sacred fountain Listening to the sounds Of my soul praying For the knowing: "Father, can you hear me? What of this life with me?" Angel speaks! |
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