I miss you
Your aromatic scent
Greeting me each morn
Waiting to kiss my lips
So I can sip your sweetness
My embossed coffee cup.
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I'm no saint, I'm a human. My life is an open book of pure transparency, the good, bad, and ugly of it. Faith doesn't mean I don't stumble, fail, and fall. I do. Often.
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That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all ~ Emily Dickenson
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Such sweet lines… a lovely poem, Nancy! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, Iris! 🌻💚
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Hi Nancy, you are most welcome! ❤
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