I once found a fluted glass at the foot
of a door in a beautiful city
where morning sunlight spilled through the Lindens
like ghosts lining the streets and I whispered
a name that was still unknown to me then
but one day poured from your lips to my ears
turned in slow motion a ring song sang out
on an anvil and the air vibrated.
nickreeves 
I love this! I couldn’t tell you why, but I love this!
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Aw, thanks, Liz!
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gorgeous, the sounds of the words are beautiful, in slow motion a ring song sang out is just lovely but then so are the first 2 lines (and the ones in between!) I’m going to have to copy it out if that’s ok?
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Thank you, Jane! Go ahead!
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A ring song, like a round in the playground… 💫
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Yes, this, too…
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Beautiful imagery, Nick! ❤
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