inside
your voice builds
through, upward
in stillness
I sit with you
listening
hollowed core
and the earth drums
against your limbs
through the labyrinth of
roots to heart
beating loud enough
for me to hear
and I breathe
in time
before you begin
to sing
~
leigh-anne fraser
Love the photo for the bare woods behind as the wonderful old hollow. The words are a perfect match.
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thanks Stephen 🙂
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