Jean-Guy Martin ~ Poetry

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The doors and windows are closed and blinds went down
No phone nor internet, the king took off his crown
Far away from the sound pollution and noises
Cleaning his space as time is now for choices
Listening for inner movements he holds his helm

Centered into the silence and stillness of his realm
The fire within burning deep and so bright
Centered into his Love in his own Light

~ Jean-Guy Martin~

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