The sound that silence beckons
The sigh that morning cries
The noise that children reckon
With wistful eyes
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The yearning of a broken heart
The tie that never comes apart
When all else fails to play the part
Of love
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Twilight of a perfect day
The sweetness of a grandmother
The one or two or three that say
There is no other
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The language of a whippoorwil
The swaying of a tree
The shining of a night that's still
The calm that lets it be
About the Creator
Linda Aubert
Composer/Musician, Lyricist, Poet, Playwright writer from New Orleans, LA pursuing her gifts. Presently, Music Director for two churches and primary Music Artist/Owner of New Genesis Music Company, writing literature as often as I can.
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