Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII

You speak

different languages

between

the morning

and

the night,

and I love

the way

my name

sounds

in every

single

one

of them.

(Happy Valentine’s Day.)

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Author: faithhealthandmusings

When life offers us so rich a bounty of inspiration, how can we help but to reflect in writing all that climbs into our hearts and takes up residence there?

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