I have opened my heart to receive.
No longer am I a prisoner of my own making.
Sword of courage held high, forward I walk.
I have opened my heart to receive.
No person or circumstances can bind me.
My soul has been set free.
I have opened my heart to receive.
No longer am I a prisoner of my own making.
A beautiful poem. Thank you x
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Stunning photograph. Powerful, silent. The composition as well as the subject take my breath away. For a fleeting moment it appears that the owl could be gliding backwards, or completely still, or turning into the camera. Sigh
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