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May 24
HWAET  SCEAL IC SINGAN? SING ME FRUMSCEAFT!!

(What shall I sing.... . .sing me creation!)

And she sang to him.

And she sang of him.

She sang of the love she had created for them.

She used birds for words & the rain that had fallen.

She used flowers & tears & interwove them.

She used sighs & hours & the loneliness within them.

She used moonlight & pain & what remained

...when she was far from him.

She sang of a love that had dreamed of being

...& hadn’t yet awoken.

She sang of herself & called to him ....called to him.

And she sang of him.

And she sang to him.

She sang of the love ...that belonged to them.

She sealed it with tears & the fears of her heart

...breaking.

She sang him

Creation!
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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     L B and NITIN MUKESH
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