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will always be
and the sisters three
we sing together..
if we listen too
find one star within you
and in the morning
bluebirds in the backyard
greet a new day rising
sea glass scattered
caught the moon’s light.
she heard the backyard sigh.
in the night, the sea returned
the wind was wild with nostalgia.
rusty circles
weeds wave and tumble
she stretched her roots.. and listened
it shown upon
the backyard:
a (desert)ed sea floor.
where to go,
she could not see.
i am home.
said one, bright star.
