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Feeling Grows into Being...

Since your appearance, our embrace,
these moments, all song has taken on the quiver,
ripples of love's quickening through us.

When you are here I sing.
When you are not here, I sing,
same tune, different tone.
This calling carries me through.

I have surrounded myself with everything beautiful
that I could find, to remind me, to keep me immersed,
fill me with the feeling of union.

...feeling grows into being...

Matisha ~ 1 September, 1999
1999 Matisha

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