A thousand year wait, for that second touch,
No need to hurry, race or rush,
A yearning, physical dependency,
Released by the minds, skilful key,
Unlocks the ancient purple gate,
That quietly guards, the path of fate.....
There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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