Sunday, November 20, 2011

My Voice

I find my voice in my garden
where the blooms and colors vary,

in the dark
telling me everything will be all right.

My voice becomes quiet on a mountain top
where the vista takes my breath away
and leaves me speechless,

only to find it, when I need it most, to say
I love you to people who help create my world.

                                                        by Barbara Morey ~

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