It begins in the usual places
borne of winds skirting between
totems and pillars and prayer
that breath of belonging
once lost and twice found
rising from stars collapsing in the night sky
that urge to move forward
counting steps taken
even after the fall
when gravitas redefines purpose
and a new way is revealed
she finds a way
This is courage
To embrace possibilities
that promise peace
photo: mine
prompts: Crown and Sword, #SeptemberFalls18
Writing and Reflections 
I like the imagery of this one. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you
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like the phrase….once lost and twice found….imaginative construction
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Thank you 🙂
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i love your last stanza! possibilities that promise and promote peace, such a beautiful statement to hold close
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Thank you!
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