She spoke life into the music
Connected to my soul
So hauntingly smoothing
Effortless was the pull
We swayed like branches, blowing
To a rhythm all her own
She shared with me, her knowing
Gave me a peace I’d never known
We blew in, a storm, off of the ocean
Stirring surfs upon the waves
Such a sweet and gentle motion
With eternal power to save
I woke to a haze of unknown memories
And a calm sense of relief
That I had flown on angel wings
Into a smooth release
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
Awesome Fabulous work! Keep it up
Awww, this was so sweet! I loved it!
A good singer/musician can do that for you.
This was so good. Well titled well written
Lovely! 💖💖💖
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