Post No. 840
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Heart Beat
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Everything in this world
plays its own music
or at least a beat
the mountains shout out
and the echoes play tag
with flowers cut from scraps
in mother’s rag bag
a stitch in time she’d say to me
saves nine as i clambered on her knee
a stitch in time… mends a broken heart
and the cape robin on my window sill
sings his soul out fit to burst
filling mine to overflowing with His song
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©Denise G Allen, 14 July 2015 06:45