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Rest Your Sweet Soul

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Author: Jan Smith

Jan SmithNovember 9, 2019

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Rest Your Sweet Soul

written by: Jan Smith

@JanSmithNL

Rest your sweet soul
Breathe with me...
Let this quiet, precious
moment
bring its own rewards
Just come to me now
and stay awhile...

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Jan Smith

MARCH 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

I have recently started writing poetry, through my work and academic training I gained knowledge and a passion for the written word. Much of my writings are reflections, thoughts and observations of my personal journey of self-discovery.

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Rest Your Sweet Soul - November 9, 2019
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