I’m Speaking
These ordinary moments Romancing my spirit Sweet nothings that make my soul talk Fragrant perennial bouquets plucked from my garden just for me a new perfume, oil, that touches my heart and fills my senses for but a few days they are my songs impossible to interrupt as long as I’m listening and until they stop.
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When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.
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