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blessing, home, life, love, seasons, seeing in the dark, time, woman, words without reason
for every time
another was
a mirror
yet become
ageless as the skin
along my thigh
purple blooms
a marigold
as somehow I recall
nights beyond
the catching
of a window
to my soul
fleeting
was for memorizing
webs
and sheets alike
listen now
to hear
my ancient cry
was soft
as echoes left me
knew before
my time
songs I never
learned to sing
aloud
. . .
Intriguing……Picture and poem. 😉
Thank you, sweet man.
Hugs!
There are some songs you don’t have to learn…, they just form in your mind and heart, darlin’ girl ………………….xo
There are things we know in our bones…………the things we can see in the dark.
Yeah, those things !!!!!