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These errant eddies of poetry… Words whirl and clatter, collecting in brick and mortar corners Until the wind reminds us Her verses are ever present. #25wtT tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

We think we know, But we cannot see Spring, we only sense its signs, its buds and blossoms, breezes, and fragrance. People are no different. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

It’s often more meaningful to drop a precious gem into the depths of another’s heart than skip a stone across the surface of their ocean. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

    We writers who tremble to look up from our notepads Lest we miss, in everlasting flowing words, our beholding of the murmuration of morning birds. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

A muse is not a person, but a condition between friends. So goes inspiration. We just write down the poems that other says into us. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

If my expressions are not believable, Which of us has the unbelieving mind? You cannot see something clearly, when you look with a distant heart. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

When two beloveds meet – as the mindful jurisprudence within each commences, Thus begins the disenfranchisement Of a mind that’s fearful of their hearts outcome. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

There’s no interpreting. Whenever I speak about it, clouds pass between me and the sun. When quiet, I burn slowly, while others run for shade. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle