the curves of your letters build a story
herald a memory with their curliques and lines
I sit next to them in their respective rooms
that you made
filled with the sounds of the music of your mind
the melodies that trickle through the room
speak whispers of the things you’ve seen
I can touch the fragrance of your thoughts
in the soft vowels and harsh consonants strung together
*the LA botanical gardens*
Beautiful.
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Thanks, friend β€οΈ
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Wow! How beautiful. Some gorgeous phrases here. Very evocative
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Thank you so much π
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β…the music of your mind…β lovely photo, lovely words. π
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Many thanks, Nina:)
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