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Invisible spirits The winds in silent whispers Fills what our hearts lack Mark Schutter ©2015
the autumn chill speaks of a coming death arise and awake time to harvest and hope for needed…
As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road,…
If reality is only an illusion And angels dance on clouds Misery loves a lovers company Breaking hearts…
Around the bend, on a narrow road. Comes the end, of all we have known The colors…