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Heal Our Souls

A Poem

Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

Raindrops fall to kiss the earth.
Subtle lessons we speak to birth.

In our minds, a thought of gold.
The art of wisdom is just growing old.

Smiles from unfamiliar folks.
Scrambled into groups as eggs to yolks.

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Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.

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Christie Alex Costello

Christie Alex Costello

An advocate of truth. A healer at heart. A writer of words. InstaG @CC_ATrueStory

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