Voice puts power to words.
Slow syllables steal souls.
Loud, hard, angry embers
eat a hole in the heart.
A little laughter pours
a phrase from a silver basin.
The wide wind under the
wings of song is the strongest.
In breath, in breath, in breath,
words are made all they are.
Monday, July 20
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