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On Hallowed Ground

As light fades golds and reds vibrate  against shadow. The sweetness of  wet soil and maple  lingers in my nose. The path  hidden  by a cloak  of many colours. My ears  only hear footsteps  on hallowed ground. Here I feel, the space between,  heart and mind, body and ground,  soul and sky. Here I feel,  on hallowed ground.

Denise G

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