That melody you once heard, but could never find again. The one that came back in a dream, then was lost once more in the surfacing of the day. Look for it, my dear, in the half-heard fade of that nameless tune that otherwise was base and common.
That melody you once heard, but could never find again. The one that came back in a dream, then was lost once more in the surfacing of the day. Look for it, my dear, in the half-heard fade of that nameless tune that otherwise was base and common.
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Found it…This was written during a time that you were feeling down. It was an appreciation for the stories and videos you used to send that brightened up my timeline.
You remain so starlike,
even through this sorry strife.
You show here each day
and give things away.
A funny word,
a pun or two,
a walk with you,
a curious view.
Lightheart I call you,
though I see
that your cup
no longer runneth over.
Would that I could fill it.
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Moving. Thank you, Lee. Good to hear from you.
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Hi, Jessica. It’s good to hear from you, too. I’m still looking for that poem I wrote while you were still on Twitter. I hope to find it and send it to you.
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I would love that! Only if it’s an enjoyable process, though. ☺️
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