I see nothing but darling
and delight
in all things.
For the aches are there
to be held
by the beauty
that is love.
And the joys
rocket to the sky
on wings of their own.
Is this not heaven where I lie?
What sweeter perfection
might the illusion
of some other day
bring?

2 replies on “Darling and Delight”
So true, Brooke. There’s always something so lovely about everything, even the hurts and pains.
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Lovely Kat. We’ve always agreed on that, haven’t we? From that invisible place within us, huh. That beautiful magical place. ☀️❤️
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