i'll be but a echo
floating in and out
proclaiming hope
lifting up peace
giving praise
in broken lives i touch
instrument of Redeemer
for season come and go
but i always feel a hint of winter
no one else knows
off again i go
whispering
but never staying long
(i'm not meant to)
eternity is my hearts song
Deva
Order to the spiritual world
Lovely to co-exist with such things
The body brings joy to spirits
And spirits bring joy to us peoples
Whispers echo lovely in the mind
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Your poem has good clarity
And I am happy to have read it
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes