Warmth Inside A Light
Cradles hearts through gentle nights
By Darla M SeelyPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash
Warmth inside a light
Cradles hearts through gentle nights.
The silver streams blaze,
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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