I gently lay
my heart to rest
upon a sea-oat-
suspended hammock
and let my Maker
tenderly sway
through the breeze
my cradled malaise,
and after this dose
of soaking wounds in warm gold,
I’ll convert this sling
to sail boat…
Hammock
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Laura Denise 
Your poetry is beautiful, dear Laura 💝
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Dear sister, your words always touch my heart and soul. As do your magnificent captures. Much love to you. I think of you often. 💛💕
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