Listening To Corinne…
I type these words
I reach for brightness
I speak of truth
I embrace the gift
As I listen to Corinne
The melody of the earth’s musician caresses my hair
It acts as a human and touches my shoulders n neck
As I listen to Corinne
My days feel longer and peaceful
Grace showers me in the night
My creativity reveals
My strength
My gift
My passion
Reveals
As I listen to Corinne
Corinne
Corinne
Corinne
Bailey in middle
Rae stands in the dark and alone for last
The warmth I feel in my heart
As I write these words recognizes the dream in my eyes
Is it her words
Her speech
Her tone
The volume
Or my mind
That brings me here
It allows my mind to go to another destination
Reaches beyond and far
Some say talent
Some say a gift
I say ..
Listening to Corinne
Bailey in middle
Rae stands in the dark and alone for the last.
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