Beneath a languid sea
Water woman sings
Music like milk from her breast
Smooth as diamond
Raw as blood
Mother of Man
And Goddess of Love
She whispers a symphony
Of life and death
In the language of Light
Beneath a languid sea
Water woman sings
Music like milk from her breast
Smooth as diamond
Raw as blood
Mother of Man
And Goddess of Love
She whispers a symphony
Of life and death
In the language of Light
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A magical moment, when time never seems to matter…
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Lovely moments.
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for sharing x
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Lovely! As soon as I saw those first words in the reader I recognised the Oracle at work.
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Thanks, Jane.
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🙂
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Beautiful poem Sue
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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beautiful, sue
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Thanks, Beth.
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This is lovely Sue,
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Thank you, Di.
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🙂
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An inspired poem, Sue. So beautiful.
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Thank you, Diana.
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Such a lovely peaceful mood.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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The language of light is one the Oracle knows well. (K)
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So it would seem.
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Your pic looks so peaceful and relaxing. I wanna go, where is it?? LOL
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The photo was taken on a busy beach in Weymouth, on the south coast of England, Carla.
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Truly lovely ❤️
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Thanks, Willow ❤
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💜
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