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life, love, memorizing, sacred intimacy, still, time, truth
were quiet
there another time
a place
not very far
in silence
still I hear
your song –
an echo left
when nights are long
and the porch swing
creaks –
as hours pass
beneath the same
sweet moon
. . .
And there we lingered long
lost in our own sweet song
In another time……………………………………………………xo
drifters among the cedar
It is easy to be left breathless by your words!
Lucky me, sweet Wendell.