it begins
slowly
his fingers
by voice
caressing
on repeat
one song
threading my hair
with warm honey
poured
by ohm
a balm
blessed
poesy
in song
words
carved
left
for our children
para nuestros ninos
por amor
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preciosa y delicada
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Beautiful and sensitive.
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I love Neil Diamond abd write a post about him in June, 2015. Any time I hear his voice I get tingles! 🙂 This was a touching poem and thanks for sharing his song, too.
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