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Wil Kavi

The quiet place

I am your greatest grandmother
calling softly on the ocean winds.
 
I was never lost to you forever,
only swallowed by the other half of life.
 
Come down with me to the quiet place.
Come down to the beginning of us all.
 
There are no words in the quiet place;
 
                                        only song.

(2014)

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These words

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