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it’s the space
between silence that
articulates breath

Fate

Fate

Summoned
to appear
I declined
to meet
with fate until
a later date
when I won’t
be late
and she
won’t have
to wait.

Nuance

when the questing soul
knows peace and the
heart is stilled in autumnal grace
the once silent voice
will rise and sing its song
from the core of its essence
resonating from the node
that is the center of nuance
vibrating at fingertip
sounding its song between strings
in the rustic grace
that is yours alone