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     Drifting

 

  

Drifting....
   drifting....
      drifting....

Feathery blankets
  softly covering my heart.
Stilling the pounding there,
      finding peace.

The silence is deafening....
   and I still hear your voice.

I taste the touch of winter,
  icy crystals cascading on my tongue,
      my eyelids, the trees, the ground.

I remember laughter and play....
       and loving.

In the quiet.........I give thanks...
  for you, for love, for life.

 

Kay Ekwall©1999

 

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