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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

do you read me

tender is the thought
that my words, you’ve read
have touched your heart
that the spirit of my song
has held a wind on your wings
and you dance with me
that you judge me not
for the words I do not use
or those I do, are no less of skill
at writing songs than yours
I notice you dance
with many who sing to you
 synchronize your words,
not missing a step while
sharing  each other’s verse
I see the beauty of an azalea
as I do in a daisy
a rose is no more beautiful
than a tulip
a cardinal to a robin
a maple to an oak
embracing each other creates
a lovely painting
all smile at each other
with loving grace
for all
are beautiful
on this canvas
they all have a 'say'