Conjure all sadnesses,softness bruised,denied
all hurts needing healing
all cruelties to those dreaming
all hard to those soft,rough to the cloth
those who attune and align
Speakspell all gentle ones
Release those tear ducts!
So waters of salt
might move in to the Light!
Let them evaporate high
into sky of new clouds
to rise and to fly high above
Once released,we all learn and teach
Healing of self is pure love
Let all teardrops in time
rise above!
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