Impossible to Measure

Little spud singing. Photo credit Scott McCray

These simple words, arranged by Love, placed carefully as bird song (who knows which note will follow?), swept away on the wind while we are struggling to understand.
The meaning is in the song. The poet's words are Love notes to your heart. Hear them?

LBM 8/29/2020

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Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/

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Lori McCray

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Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/

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