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I am no sleeping beauty
My finger I will not prick
I’m looking for the light of God
To forget this darkness, thick
But the thorns do not allow me
To find that peaceful place
So I wander through the night
To find His sacred grace
Where I can lay my head, to rest
No spindles, to make me bleed
Just close my eyes, in solemn hope
And let my dreams concede
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Fantastic!
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Wonderful. I love the darkness in this one.
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Thank you very much, Diana, I wasn’t sure if I had gotten that across.
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This is beautifully written but sounds restless. I hope you are doing good, Dorinda!
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Very restless, Erika. So much going on, hard to explain 😦 But this too shall pass 🙂
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I wish, I could do something! I hope all will calm down soon again 💖
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Thank you, Erika. You may not be able to physically help me, but your words always make me feel better ❤
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Awh… I am thankful for that. At least that 💖💖💖 and always there for you 💖💖💖
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A Wonderful affirmation 🙂
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Thank you very much, my friend! 🙂
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