My heart longs to find
still islands of dreamer-songs
hushed enough to hear
whispers of sweet somethings
about the beauty we each hold
nudging me to create
beauty from this beauty
before it fades
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Graced by Whispers
Wind Rush
Sharing the ephemeral joy of the moment
Wind Rush 
Ah, longings! Where would we be without them?
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Beautiful, Annie! Does the beauty fade or just change forms?
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Thank you, Kim. In response to your question, I believe that all is impermanent and that when graced with beauty, I hope I embrace it and know it is fleeting no matter what form. I’m not sure I responded to your question but I appreciate you posing it. 🙂
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Your poetry reveals that you’ve found that still island within and we benefit from it.
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Thank you for your kind words, Joan. I do try to visit that still island often, but it does seem that sometimes life’s storms distract me. Thank goodness for the poems that help me navigate stormy waters. 🙂
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“before it fades” – there is always that sense of urgency, isn’t there.
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Yes. Thank you V.J.
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