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Songs Sewn in a blanket of time
remembering water lilies
before the bloom
into solace of harmony.

I feel my motion in the timbre
of the wind's voice
her words fill this room
an unwavering urgency,
as I perch on every
golden syllable passing:
Spring becomes the water
shimmering across our toes,
Winter the stillness
in the cypress morn.

Steel drums shift the patterns
of our beat;  heart's rhythm
journeys through freedom
and a music breathes the
beginning of a memory.

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©Denise Angela Celeste, 1997.