Heather Lydia Thornhill

Where did that Come from?

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published.






My aura looked plain clear,
when I stretched my fingers
out and cast them over a white
ship to see the meaning of me.
A little girl in a red dress lingered,
her white flowers pulled a sagging
balloon through the boatyard gates.
Let's see what's it like on here then,
I cried. The revelation coming to me.
I think I'll call it 'heaven'.

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