When miracles come, pouring into my outstretched palms
Like gold coins long buried in the earth;
like manna from heaven
Miracles will come and then I will become
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This is beautiful Rani. The first stanza is gorgeous with the dropped coins but the whole thing is sensual and mysterious. Love it! HG: -) xx