Gather to you what you need.
The winter wind blows cold.
There are things you need to know,
things that can’t be told.
Take this secret from my lips
before the wind has blown…
There are things you need to see
things that can’t be shown.
Reach out with what’s inside you
No? You say it’s already gone?
Leaves you wondering, doesn’t it,
leaves you wondering what you’ve done.
I wish there were something good,
something more I could recall.
You have to feel it – sense it – taste it –
intuit the everything in us all.
Syd, exceptional artwork that breathes the melodious, rhythmic brilliance of your poem. Stunning!
Thanks. You are very kind. ❤
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My very sincere pleasure!