Poetry: Words Space

The nice thing about writing

And giving the words space to breathe

Is that it makes my heart shiver with delight

When I feel strange things that give me a fright

There’s very few things in and around the world

That can make sense to a dreamy, freely-thinking girl

It’s beauty and joy to have and to hold

Hands of love each other we enfold

Thirty years of silver and gold

I can’t wait to make my mark and sing

Dance in the rain and let each ritual begin

The sacred implements my keyboard and coffee chalice

With love and happiness I write

Giving the words space to breathe

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