Poem “Washed Clean”

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Misty misty hills
Grey and low
Dull the edges
of my eyes
Soften the sharpness
in my mind
The coolness fills
me up again
Sparks
Me to create
Again
 .
Slowly the mist
begins to lift the
Fog
that settles in my
Mind
When I stop creating the
beauty I see around me
Stop
expressing the 
beauty I see inside
 .
Awed at the nature
I feel all around me
Every speck of beauty
Glistens inside
Wonderous
Spectacular
A newness I feel every
Day
 .
Remember to keep
This beauty
Awake
Do not let it go 
To
Sleep
Creation Nature
Air
Breath
Stirs something
Deep inside I
can’t describe
Fulfills me in ways
I usually
Hide away
 .
Triggers of shame
float on the edges
like a cat licking
their fur
over and over again
until it
Feels
Clean
Washed clean
with the
Rain
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2015

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