for Heartbeat, oh my god do I love you women
each time we sing
I forget everything
except the original joy
of being one small voice
in one great song
March 3, 2016 by Rosemerry
for Heartbeat, oh my god do I love you women
each time we sing
I forget everything
except the original joy
of being one small voice
in one great song
Hello dear poet sister,
I speak with you often. The world here feels better with you in it! You continue to help me breathe, feel, show up brave. Or not. You help me regard human as blessed.
Thank you!!! Much, much love!
Val Szarek
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Hi dear Poetry Sister! When is the last time I saw you? August? Waaaaay tooo loooong
Thank you, this was so exactly the message I needed today, today on the ³or not² side of things.
I love you, Valerie, r
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I’ve been on the road for a week but home again and so nice to get back to your blog. to know you’re still singing.