Your words have a distinct melancholy sound ... like wind chimes falling to the ground ... *clanging/tinkling/shattering*

>so I'll wait hold onto
>what has been given
>reach out to the closest friend
>kiss the hand of a beggar
>wash the feet of one walking
>and bow at dawn
>who am i beside the ocean
>tears fell last night waiting to hear
>childrens voices calling for daddy
>to read to them carry them
>over the sea or
>walk singing again
>a quiet place finds silence among
>those things hoped for
>while the light of a loners smile
>speaks to a heart trapped by fear
>spilled milk a baby cries
>while her mother awakens
>finding serenity in her arms
>broken pieces fell to earth
>leaving all the lies
>shattered

Your writing in this pCe reminds me of someone talking to themselves in the mirror -- with words bouncing back reflecting life's issues.


I've missed reading your ish --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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