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When Words Elude Me
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Life and Living have forgotten myself,
and words elude me.
phrases pass through
unsure hands.
Play the songs, free the doves,
heal the wings; allow
me to give what I once gave.
The shape of day is
only another evening at sea,
churning, rocking, and
my world is tilting, again.
The familiar air of winter,
and the scent of jasmine
demand words.
Yet, words elude me.
Tomorrow is just a night away,
and does it really matter
what song I'm singing today?
