Magically a scene closes
Magically a scene closes
Magically a scene closes, the light draws and the wood is once more a wood.
Uplifted by the majesty that has so proudly beaten an injured heart once more into constant rhythm, our witness tip toes back to the land of arrythmia.
A bluebell wood, has reached out and healed a soul.
Where once there was the swollen bruise of reflected doubt with all the world, there is now the smooth beauty that is the graced privilege of a calmed mind.
Thankyou my love.
