Poetess Poem by Richard D Remler

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she started with a consonant,
a rather average one.
she set it right there
on the page
before our morning
shared her sun.

she let the tiny thing
drift through
those canyons red
and green and blue,
where seeds set in
a timeless snow
tend to blossom,
and to grow.

she watered it,
with tender care.
brushed the sandy
snow away,
and listened to the
blossom sing,
wondering what
it would say.

it softly told of
ancient dreams,
and something very
new,it seems.
and in its wonder,
in its play,
it whispered songs
of yesterday.

...she listened well
with all her soul,
and breathed the
words she
could not see,
and as her heart
would overflow,
she'd share
the dreams
with you and me.



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