There are words that are meant to be, |
stirred by creations of melodic thoughts,
that design the earnest of forever.
They are not planned; they just 'happen.'
My own such example took but a moment
of hospital time when my wife spent her
least with only special words.
I had remarked that when I leave the hospital each evening,
'I don't know if I return to a house or to a home.
Her soft quiet answer was
' It's our home.'
Since, inside and outside,,all walls
seem to sense the melodic.
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