My heart remembered
a gentler path
where moments are gathered
and held
without grasping —
where words are
understood without trying —
where I wait
without wishing
for time to pass.
My heart remembered
a gentler path
where moments are gathered
and held
without grasping —
where words are
understood without trying —
where I wait
without wishing
for time to pass.
Laurie's Notes 
MichelleMarie says on January 16, 2016
Awe the gathering of pieces is the most precious part I think. I love this. 💜
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Laurie says on January 16, 2016
♡ yes.. in the waiting… waiting for words… ♡…
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Paul Militaru says on January 16, 2016
🙂
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