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has it been so long since i heard you?
stilled outside noises and inside voices
to listen to your spirit whispers?
i need to walk the fields again
feel your touch on my skin,
your presence inside
and outside my soul.
people say
too many irons in the fire.
i don’t remember building one
yet there it blazes
so now, i look for you,
listen for you,
to peck at my window,
beckoning me,
come out, girl. come out.