Listening To Corinne…

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    Listening To Corinne…

    I type these words

    I reach for brightness

    I speak of truth

    I embrace the gift

    As I listen to Corinne

    The melody of the earth’s musician caresses my hair

    It acts as a human and touches my shoulders n neck

    As I listen to Corinne

    My days feel longer and peaceful

    Grace showers me in the night

    My creativity reveals

    My strength

    My gift

    My passion

    Reveals

    As I listen to Corinne

    Corinne

    Corinne

    Corinne

    Bailey in middle

    Rae stands in the dark and alone for last

    The warmth I feel in my heart

    As I write these words recognizes the dream in my eyes

    Is it her words

    Her speech

    Her tone

    The volume

    Or my mind

    That brings me here

    It allows my mind to go to another destination

    Reaches beyond and far

    Some say talent

    Some say a gift

    I say ..

    Listening to Corinne

    Bailey in middle

    Rae stands in the dark and alone for the last.

     

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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