I don’t want to lose
the sound of
Your voice—
lake wind murmur,
soft wrapped blanket,
first sip of morning
coffee—
timbre of its rise
and fall saying
everything without
a word.
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This really calmed my nerves. What a great piece of morning poetry to go with my sip of coffee!