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Poetry & Art

The Autumn Wind

The autumn wind 

Take in the scents 

Within the breeze 

Of the autumn wind 

Give pence 

For all you see with ease 

Listen to the noise within the trees 

The branches dance 

With second chances 

That what is seen will be 

With the scents of autumn 

From top to bottom 

There’s no necessity 

Just serendipity 

Within the breeze 

Of the autumn wind

 

 

Author: val.180
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio:  May the wind take me to new heights; to new levels of self-understanding and development, career success, and independence. Peace & love
Link to social media:  Instagram @val.180

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by Valerie Turpin

~When a quiet individual speaks, their voice is loud ~

The voice of the spirit is as loud as the whisper in the wind, breath upon the skin, and as delicate as a feather in the wind. The quiet voice speaks the truth within you. Let it speak through you, and let it be what it will be. There is no rhythm, rhyme, or reason. the voice of the spirit is felt rather than heard, and when it is heard it is through your own words or way of expression.
Speak those quiet words, in any form you wish; through art, verbally, in any way. Let it be and you will see what you are capable of.

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My articles contain information I have received on my spiritual path, which I call, my path of life, sprinkled in with creative expressions.

Random teed-bits of information about ME: I am from Southwestern Arizona; I was born in 1990 and I am the second to the youngest of 5 children; I have a Bachelor degree in Social Work and I am currently pursing a Master’s in Social Work.

My interests: Poetry; creating art in multiple forms; history of civilization, diversity of cultures, history of art in multiple forms through the ages, world religions, and world power; Psychology and Sociology; Mysticism; Law & Order; writing (academically and creatively).

Enjoy! and Happy reading. <3

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