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Rose and Music

The wind calls your name
I do not know what to say
My eyes have run dry
but I always sing your song
while I tend to the flowers

Your song is the dew
refreshing my parched spirit
in this lonely place
may the heavens hear your voice,
grant me deliverance.

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This is a Somonka that I wrote several weeks ago for a Writer’s Digest form challenge. 🙂   This is my contribution to DAILY POST’s LOSS and DVERSE POETS’ PUBS’ Open Link Night.

Thank you for coming by.  Have a great day. 🙂

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