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Amongst The Amber: A Restorative Connection
A soft wind blew
through my hair
as I came to a stop
And met her stare
I set myself down
amidst the amber
and wound a sheath around my fingers
a makeshift anchor
Tied willfully to the people
That connection my savior
I'm at home in this world
and duty-bound to help save her
through my hair
as I came to a stop
And met her stare
I set myself down
amidst the amber
and wound a sheath around my fingers
a makeshift anchor
Tied willfully to the people
That connection my savior
I'm at home in this world
and duty-bound to help save her
Published 3rd Mar 2020
Author's Note
When I feel connected to people I'm happy; when I don't I'm unhappy. This is a reminder to myself to connect intentionally and try to have a positive impact.
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