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Love is a strange thing.
I throw myself into them,
these spirits so fierce,
their presence so strong,
and they catch me
and lift me up with their song.

I fall in love with voices I cannot hear.
I ache for these men
who served that Muse far better than I.
Through that longing,
I see their world.
When I cannot touch them
pieces of my heart flutter away
like snow.

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Posted on April 23, 2017, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Beautiful.

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  2. Very lovely. It’s touching.

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