somewhere
there is light,
some wing
in flight. find
her there,
in song
speech
and smiles,
hands
that touch
tones,
touchstones
of healing
arts.
art is
inescapable,
like wise
eyes
that find
you within
yourself.
and you
cannot escape;
why should you?
she makes
music
out of
a spark of
sunshine.
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