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When Thought Meets Page

Our words are like ribbons blowing in the wind.

Quietly, they appear on the page,

written and then disappearing from mind's thought.

Oh, but that magic moment when the reader

reads and says Oh! 

Noticed, the words are happy,

grateful to be understood

grateful to be alive.

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Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 30th Jan 2024 19:01

Thanks Hélène.
Words are like confetti at a wedding?

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Mike McPeek

Tue 30th Jan 2024 14:58

Exactly, and a wonderful piece - well done Helene!

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