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The Gift

The surface of the water shimmers with anticipation,

Miracles surge beneath, potent with power.


The tide washes in, waves crash and roar,

But rocks remain solid. Unchanging. Forever.


Core connections leap, dancing with moonlight,

Laughing, flying, in joyful rainbow spirals.


Destiny laughs, unaffected by circumstance.

The future weaves its magic; it will be as it should be.


Behold a child is born, a babe of infinite proportions.

Eyes shine with innocence, and love invades a world.


J. M. Anderson 2019 ©



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