Words on a pillow
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Like the timbre of a song
Notes connect the hearer, and in the heard
Can linger, like the fragrance of a rose
On the hand that bends the petal close
Words find the heart within the heart, and pierce
like sunlight through the shell of a seed
Bold messengers faithful to the lips
and bring the spark behind the eyes
to glow, and rise with tender breaths
Words, near splayed hair, and cool linen,
on a pillow as welcome as an oasis,
and as soft as a dream, in warming words
a pillow becomes a cloud
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