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Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Every syllable
That escapes your lips
Is a note intangible
That rises and then dips
Making ripples in the air
In which it resounds
Gently ruffling my hair
And grazing fluid grounds
Before it ricochets
Off the highest wall
And staggers and sways
But prevents its fall
Only to find a place
In my heart’s realms nigh
Where it’s kept with grace
On a pedestal so high
…that of love…

And while you’re not here
Like a lilting tune
These notes, they still adhere
Spelling out a rune
That you will soon return
This vow they make to me
So I wait for you and yearn
As these floating chords I see
Urging me to dance
They hold my hands and smile
And slowly I advance
Into a musical mile


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 48… Please visit this site to read and enjoy the fantastic takes on the above visual prompt**

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