She fades into white clouds
and foggy, misty swirls
Wind blown across high peaks
She couldn’t hold onto
The cold purple streaks
floating into fading darkness
She fades into sunbeams
A setting sun streaks
whisking the clouds away
She couldn’t ride
The air that drifted
foggy, misty swirls of snow
Lights flickered softly
As she drifted away
A snowy twilight appears
Our angel rides the wind
She whispers, she speaks
of snow tipped purple streaks
She looked down upon earth
Awaiting a moon beam
atop the highest peaks
to signal the stars
to fall out of the sky
Flaming in purple streaks
She blazed and drifted
The fog lifted
taking with it snow
to the top of the clouds
Soaring upon the wind
She rides the purple streaks
She rendezvous’ with angel wings
Fading now like the sun
Awaiting the silver light
The moon and stars fly
Dancing upon the sky
with the cold purple streaks
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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~Chrissie
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Awaiting a moon beam
atop the highest peaks
to signal the stars
to fall out of the sky
Flaming in purple streaks
Dale....your imagery is deep and vast...BHUWAN