Liilia Talts Morrison Biography

The sound of truth rings like a bell
with perfect pitch and timeless knell

There are no jarring overtones
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A woman friend the other day
said someone left her stranded
the person moved to other scenes
the parting had been candid
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My songs are like small grains of sand
Tossed in the sea of days
Small pebbles from my shaky hand
Cast toward hidden cays
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In days of youthful heady daze
I'd follow butterflies
and run through dewy reeds and fields
and hum sweet lullabies
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Thoughts arise of home-baked bread
Set on hearthen coals bright red
Grain hulled on the threshing-floor
Coarse hands forming loaves of yore
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