I watched you kneel commanding sound
Making breeze with your wings cut
Releasing the truth of lightness
Light that stem bubbles and shrills
Escaping the read psalms
With a memory that climbs hills
The tufty hills where your body comes from
Neighbouring the language that translates
What a lovely post =)
Thank you so much!
Beautiful words that add life to this day! Well done Mari!
Thank you Wendell
Very nice blog. I enjoyed your words very much and they carried a lot of emotion.
Barbara, thank you so very much.
A memory that climbs hills. God, I love your language, Mari. I am so grateful for this gift of yours, shared so generously with all of us.
And I . . . .
So grateful to your words.
Very nice flow with this, liking it loads
Thank you kindly, Ian…