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Jan 2021
Your life still rustles
in me, in my mind

you think along with my questions
I hear remarks you once made

.....Your life still rustles
.....in me, in my feelings

.....you move along with my blood
.....I feel you flow through my heart

Your life  still rustles
at home, as if you were present

the warmth of your body
somewhere tangibly close

.....Sometimes your voice is there again
.....in the movies that make me feel

.....what it was like, but much further away
.....than when we watched them together

Your life still rustles
in the scents of the woods

taking me by surprise in the seasons
familiar in unexpected places
For Ineke Jansen #9

Collection β€œThe Yellow House Museum”
Zywa
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