Love and Tolerance, by Wendy Sparling
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When love was a THOUGHT
blossoming into devotion,
tolerance developed slowly
and maturity ebbed with the tide.
I need not go forward nor backward
for my fortress holds my head high
and my insight breeds tolerance
for all who dare to forsake me.
I stand steadfast aware of BEING
and I LIVE every precious MOMENT,
while inhaling the peaceful essence
of tranquility in silent abundance.
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Posted: 2018-02-17 23:07:14 UTC |
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