Sunday, February 17, 2019



trees are gathering
in the woven tapestry of dawn
their voices a quiet rhythm
in my blood. Listen

to what my heart understands
but yearns to be told. Listen

to what my body knows
but has forgotten. Listen

to the what I know
but haven’t spoken.


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