I thought
you never listened.
But you heard
my wingless words
taking them tenderly
wrote that
which I would
not write.
Strung pearls
among words
of your perceptive
orphaned own.
In that very act
rising
above yourself.
In perpetuity.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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