"When Reflective met Receptive or was it When Receptive met Receptive"
©1999 by Liz Green
How was it that day?
When I came to stay.
What can I say?
That you opened your crayon box
And I ran out like a fox
The light came into your room that day
And your eyes set upon the screen as they may
The hue was blue
Mysterious it seems
Brightness she beams
Deep in thought, I progress
Splitting to a blue-violet fortress
Cloaked with the alluring cloud
Covering the treasures of friendship so proud
And as you hold the blue
It lightens you
And in the delight we share
“The same Unquestioning Peace is that we Care……
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