And Hands Remember, Poem by Liza Sud
And Hands Remember,
And hands remember,
And soul remembers, and mind,
How sweet and tender
I play the music sometimes.
Since all is printed
In your grown feeling and heart –
Say: we –together,
We – are existing entwined.
We – I mean millions,
We -I mean children, young, kind.
We – I mean trees and
We – I mean All that’s around.
Paying attention towards music sometimes is really very interesting in sharing here. Wonderful drafting shared....10
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4/26/2024 12:50:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, so beautifully written... like you are playing the music with your soul.