The only song
The only song
is one you sung
in time before meaning
in accents wrung.
You knew the words
before they could wound,
letters unwritten,
unspoken sound.
So came the sea,
rushing to confound;
surging blue waves
to be rewound.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 31, 2021
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