Touch Me
The Wind’s Breath
Sleeping wind laid its breath on the earth. Quietly turning. No one notices her nascent presence. Her dreams though make wild and blustery sounds. Pushing through window screens and laying those very same dreams on you. © Susy Kamber
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Composition On Cloth
Songs inside. The song is a visit...walking steps into dark and light. the light being playful interludes. The dark, bursts of interruptions. Amalgams of upheaval some hear, or simply the joy of togetherness. Dark and light in song, a compositional masterpiece, there is no other way. Copyright S. Kamber Andy Bell, Ghost Tones https://youtu.be/WaYkVvAg3q4
2023
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Touch Me
Touch me in ways the flowers touch. By their scent, their beauty, the way they blow in the wind. Touch me. Be the attitude of the flowers who grace the world naturally. Without eyes to see what they bring. Without a way to smell what they share. Without a notion of their beauty. Touch me. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
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