My dearest Mandy,
You’ve come through so much clouded hell.
Through darkness, you’ve learned to love
In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.
Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints
By the sands of time
You are a sweet smelling rose,
In the misty morning dew.
Surviving, thriving, blossoming.
Let you’re petals
Continue to unfurl
Let the universe
The dreams of your soul.
Thanks for letting me in.
©2016 Amanda Potter