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Spirits lay pressed between those pages

tea stained with rare kindness.

They would gift you a gold canary

something to sing full empty mornings

on a wing; a voice courageously sunny 

though weak hearted;  timid in the hand.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

I tend to attribute the performance to the wings
was it I or the wind stretching the limbs?
sometimes I forget to ask

it's good to be reminded
I guess I do the same when I'm able

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

"something to sing full empty mornings"

that is a gift unparalled.. i truly love the way your mind works

[deeps]

This is a delicate, but soft well written write.
I like this, flows wonderful.