Waken your languid
body; golden threads
of morning are rising
above the sapphire
ocean, there will be time
to sleep at journey’s end.
Waken your languid mind;
arched shadows are
shattering, trampling to
earth as night hides behind
the mountains.
Waken your languid soul;
there are empty roads to
follow while life waits
for your heart to flourish, to
move from sunlit pallets, from
languish slumbers, rise you are
alive.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Thank you miss Ann, I needed to hear those exact words right now. : )
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Reblogged this on Ann Novek–With the Sky as the Ceiling and the Heart Outdoors.
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Thank you so much for the reblog. Ann
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lovely!
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Thank you. Ann
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these are lovely words – languishing has been on my mind – in my spirit lately. it is strange that i found this piece today and i have just written a piece that is the total opposite. i read what you have written and it brings light – thank you.
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Thank you so very much. Ann
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Reminds me of how much more wonderful the world is when you get caught up on sleep…
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🙂
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