I dream words. They fall like the fleeting snow. White flakes falling, landing, melting, and then I’m alone, searching, searching. My lips are silent, my heart is still, but the words drift towards me. Jiggle. Heap up. Learning, I’m learning. The words untangle, free my tongue. Let me share my light, my hope. Healing, healing with the words of my dream. Share with me, my kaleidoscope scene.
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love reading your words Jan. What a talent
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Thanks Jean, that’s lovely of you to say so. I hope you’re well.
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Love this Jan. This could have been written for your first jimjan.
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Thanks Ian. I can see why you should think so.
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