the blanket of the soul
is warm, wide...infinite
washes away fear
with valor
hate
with love
greed
with generosity
cruelty
with kindness
it grows with each
connection
soft and threaded,
a web of life and air.
of sweet whispers
of loud hurrah's
of you and me's
two's and three's
of lakes, seas
flowers, trees
twine and lace
gloves and grace
small and great
it stays up late
into the cool, cool night
of tempted fate
under a fort
with a blanketed soul
keeps us warm,
keeps us whole.
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