these little spirits that we make
and unfold with such
delicacy and wonder
have only to be held
in ardently cupped
and edifying hands
surrendering their growing light
to seep between our fingers
as they weave their threads
like curious vines
to find their own
sun drenched hills
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paulhp poetry 
Another little gem, keep’m coming.
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Love this…..beautiful
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Just beautiful…especially love the last four lines…
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really glad you’re enjoying them
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