I take my pen, hesitant to write
poetries, moments so tender, alive
like the music that choruses
through my spirit, in inklings of light
breathless verses, visions
coloring pages with what survives
my last 60 years,
the days when I knew, beyond
stirrings of hope, inspirations
notes of serenity – faded
feelings, blessings
remembering what it means to be
part of something much bigger than...
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