The Caress of Nature

I sat beneath the boughs of the cherry blossom

and felt its touch as light as a doves feather,

it drifted down and traced its path down my cheek,

and lay for a moment embracing me with a


sweetness of a caress that called to me to

become as light, reaching out with the same 

delicacy that transformed a moment

bringing me both joy and gratefulness.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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