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Picking

January 12, 2017

Don’t speak to me in words

Show me the glow of a mountain sunset

Mist of waterfalls and moss covered craigs

Horses’ wind knotted manes

Fish scales and fairy tales

Sing to me in moonlight

With touches, caresses, softly stolen breaths

Play to me in the silence

Between choruses, licks, rhythms

Then

In that space of nothing

That infinite longing

between heart

beats

I’m 

yours

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