Your soft and tender voice is bore
Upon it’s gentle wings,
A sweet, melodic, rhythmic sound,
The way an angel sings.
The fragrance of the flower sweet
Is also brought to me
With cautious care and gentle hand.
Then set down, carefully.
It rustles through the leaves and bends
The limbs of every tree
Before it leaves the valley and
Embarks upon the sea.
June 20, 1980
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