Tears fly like a thousand birds into the midnight sky
I hold your voice in the palm of my hand, my skin vibrates with every breath
Bass notes reverberate, my bones are shaking
Words surround me, my dreams are waking
From the dread I’ve carried that you’d soon be gone
It’s been nothing but fog and rain for two days, while you climbed the stairs to your tower of song
Giving thanks to one of my poetic uncles
invisible necessity 
Beautiful and appropriate.
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I wish I could write like you…. you capture moments in time….. x
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Oh Charlotte ❤️❤️❤️ and you do the reading – which brings them alive – and every time you tell me what you’ve thought – it makes me stronger and more sure that this is what I’m supposed to be doing – love you xxx
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