For my dear friend, with a thousand thank you's to go with it...
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Her noise creates a whisper.
the sound of words makes a destiny for poets.
Her life, the ink,
taken for granted on paper,
captures it's mark on all privileged to feel it.
Let the wind chime in her presence.
I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler