January 6, 2023


the morning breeze was singing
an invisible bow on pine needle strings
fingers over vanilla skin

everything else, decrescendo
bring this moment to focus
play for me, your breath so close

can we slow down?
see souls through eyes

our melodies
may be harmonies
if we let them go

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