Tuesday, 5 November 2019

When Great Souls Die...



And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
~ Maya Angelou

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