Poem -

seeing fairy's

I pretend to see fairy's
It pleases me

I pretend I can see you
It eases me

I pretend when the sun shines
that I feel its heat.    Pretend.
That the grass feels good 
Under my feet
I pretend to have purpose
Pretend it's ok but the

Truth is what's left of me can't 
Comprehend

anything

M

 

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Shirley Harrison

I once had an angel come down so nothing wrong with your thoughts my dear Marion, fairies, leprechauns ghosts and many other supernaturals can be seen and felt when one is in grief. Biggest of hugs 🤗

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Marion

Wow Shirley... how wonderful. Please tell me more when you have time... many hugs X

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Shirley Harrison

I was waiting for a small operation the first I ever had, it was a tumour on my eye, i was scared and I was Shocked with what was about to happen to me the next day, I was sitting on my bed reflecting and trembling and in a split second I could see the shadow of angel wings and I felt them when they landed, I felt Incredibly quiet and safe and full of courage and the day after I went to hospital and I did have my op, all's well and I can safely say she has become a part of my life in my writing. True story I know it's hard to believe but it happened to me, and once you asked me and because I was new onsite I didn't want to say because others read the comments and we didn't know eachother but now we are friends I can share. 🌹 I'm human I had an experience not many can say they had I will cherish it always. 🌹

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