Thanks Sheila made me smile this early morning -each verse for me seems
to be a poem in itself
On 19/04/2017 00:22, Sheila Murphy wrote:
> Let me violet a warm flute
> in the woolen room
> breath falls into.
> Morning threads
>
> brush milk light,
> leaving windows
> smooth for
> safe sleep.
>
> Time rescues
> faultlines from
> unseen depth.
> Their silent speech
>
> repairs each place
> to walk,
> lake front
> and shadows.
>
> Sheila E. Murphy
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