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Debbie Gravett

Word painter and story slave

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I write that which is whispered to me in the hopes to touch your soul. To let you feel all that life has to offer. To open your eyes and mine, and create connections of human existence.

Tag: Past

Washed by the Rain
Poetry

Washed by the Rain

Looking out of my backdoor Clear blue skies sparkle But in the distance storm clouds Following from the past New … Continue reading Washed by the Rain

Archived Footsteps
Poetry

Archived Footsteps

Paging through the archives of our life Taking stock of where we are now The journey of others enlightening As … Continue reading Archived Footsteps

Retrospective Reflections
Poetry

Retrospective Reflections

I found myself looking in the rear-view mirror Examining unfulfilled dreams from long ago Dancing with the flowing fates of … Continue reading Retrospective Reflections

Winding Road
Poetry

Winding Road

I had it all planned out Visions of the future in front of me Always asked what I wanted to … Continue reading Winding Road

Mind Labyrinth
Poetry

Mind Labyrinth

Through our third eye window we explore The tangled maze of the mind We receive that which is beyond And … Continue reading Mind Labyrinth

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