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1d
There are whispering streams
that no eye has seen,
where water doesn’t flow,
but dances.

Rainbows rise in misted light,
as waves make love
with rounded pebbles,
bathed in the golden spotlight
of morning’s first rays.

If even here
perfection is found,
so too are My plans
for you.
Fraser Wiseman
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Fraser Wiseman  30/M/Glasgow
(30/M/Glasgow)   
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