how can i smell this beauty and not sing it
how can i taste this song and not be filled
what to do with this fullness in my heart
when it wants to flow like mountain streams in springtime?
i dance
i dance with swirling dervishes
i dance with children in the park
i dance with wedding couples
and widows in the dark
my wings extending
soaring and embracing,
reaching for the heavens and hearts
gathering them into my own
i hold these precious, close
and once again the heartbreak happens
it is too much to hold
and o’er it spills, this tender beauty
nay breathgiving
joy and sorrow spilling into me
oh, it smells of springtime thaws
and autumn falls
and music yet unsung

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