I am, I was, I will be…
maybe.
I sing, I sang, I will sing again…
perhaps.
The path out of the forest fades
too soon into the hills,
shepherded by small clouds
that scutter on ahead.
Nan 4-18-21
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Published April 18, 2021 by Nan Mykel
I am, I was, I will be…
maybe.
I sing, I sang, I will sing again…
perhaps.
The path out of the forest fades
too soon into the hills,
shepherded by small clouds
that scutter on ahead.
Nan 4-18-21
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Indeed … sing, my friend … sing again and again and again!
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Join me!
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I would, but every time I sing, my girls immediately don their ear plugs, and the cats run under the sofa! 😉
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I can almost hear you sing. 🙂 Beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Cendrine. I appreciate it…Smile
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You are welcome!
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