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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

letters (a touch of sound)

A snowflake shivers
on my lips.
A drop of water
trembles,
slides.

Your name…
a bird
born to fly,
migrate
to distant lands,
home,
the origin.

A beacon in time,
compass,
guiding force…
Your voice.

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya

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