for a time

words froze

in my heart,

solid,

cold,  unobtainable,

or heated they

melted from my tongue

escaping into the atmosphere,

a venemous vapour,

irretrievable….

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but this is another day…

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now they begin to form ,

to change,

to reform,

and yearning to be spoken

they melt my heart,

steady my tongue,

call me to pay attention to

their wooing…

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so I begin to write again,

to speak,

to seek,

to allow the flow,

and not to be afraid…

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so I will write,

and I will speak,

and maybe I will sing…

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this is another time