Blessed
Days of Grace
When you blessed
Your writing hand is always upheld.
The day moves with grace,
And the heart is full of trust.
The quiet corners of earth
Carries air of fresh scent
And after rejuvenated rains,
Birds sing, and grass growth.
Among the branches and leaves
Lessons are learned from green trees.
Protection, guidance,
And unconditional love
Move beyond the wind’s dance
That fits like a garden glove.
Moments like this are small
But once the day passes, I say it all.
Tomshinsky@2026
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