Andrea Rieck Biography

It’s autumn again
Leaves whisper the sound of our past
In loss they pay a descent
To the ground we fall
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Silence
No prayers
No songs
No voices
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On invisible wings, doth the moon rise
bringing to the black and violet sky its faithful hue
of magic bold, of life’s eternal dance
It burns the skies with enchantment strong
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Grow to wither
Laugh to cry
Watch time pass you by…
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Here at the river I sit
The sun is bleak
And the clouds are low
But beside me butterflies flutter to-and-froe
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