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In the serenity of green leaves there is tenderness,
which strives to wrap and bind us
in memories, all whilst blowing in the breeze.
Our imaginings glimmer on soft stems
nurtured by life strewn far and wide; oceanic green
floats around us, and can dance while being thrown
to kingdom come; like the explosion of flamenco’s
wooden sound and its far reaching flamboyance of
grimaces and stoic craftsmanship – all of which try and make nature
tremble under stampeding foot – but nature and its
green, especially that which whispers together, will always
be the force – there will always be harmony, there will always be green –
Search for empathy
And harsh lessons of the past
Hold on to those thoughts
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Listen to silence
Speak when the need moves our hearts
Hear the words of peace
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‘Sing to me,’ said the melody,
‘Cry to me on my lips.
Tell me the tune on a rainy afternoon
Play it for me as I sit.’
Swaying in time with mortality
we’re singing in case we might scream,
our lullaby turned to gut wrenching yearns
when the harmony wavered and slipped.
‘Play me your song, make a symphony,
hum from your quivering lips.
Cling to the base as I wonder the pace
Tell it to me as I sit.’
Our hearts beat in time, but mechanically,
and strays from the voice that it hears.
A love song is born but the time is to mourn,
sorrow’s words are the tempo’s eclipse.
‘So cry then’ said the melody,
‘cry until it makes sense.
Use me to grieve, wear your heart on your sleeve,
maybe soon life can commence.’