They’re drawn to her inner sanctuary
a place not many have seen,
like rivers feed the ocean,
they travel miles, even upstream.
Large numbers greet her encouragingly,
sensing beauty when she sings,
yet, sitting closer teaches
her quiet and hidden screams.
Many refuse to listen,
carrying burdens of their own,
her voice a weighed reminder, many
bereft of home.
Her light – illuminated
she’s beautiful, protective, and serene,
fear not the angel greeting, she
seeks to comfort those in need.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful photo ~ provocative and inviting, much like your words, Audrey 😊. It is good to read you again, and see you’ve blossomed more into a an enchanting poetess than ever. I hope the summer season is treating you well, and I’m sure you will enjoy the remaining weeks as well. Take care ~
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Why do you insist on creating this *blush* ?!
Thank you, Dalo. You have a way of seeing me, you know. I couldn’t let this one go unseen. Grateful for your feedback and encouragement, My Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. I’ve missed your thoughts.
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Reminds me of advice to teenagers. Still we should all pay attention to the angels
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Advice, as we age, is a welcomed act of friendship – however, it’s nice to be able to tell people to butt out, as well. With age comes the ability to decifer which to use. Thanks, John
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So true, Audrey.
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